Despite all evidence to the contrary, there is a maker. Nothing else can be fully trusted. Although I have a thousand doubts, I believe there must be a maker. Nothing else can I be sure of in this world. Although a simple statement, it culminates a lifetime of thought and contemplation on the matter.
Time and scrutiny expose errors in everything. All theories and facts should be taken with a grain of salt. The only thing that is permanent is that there is an above. This is all that can last. Age and time and the world and life test this to the core. I doubt all the time. More often than not it seems as if there is not a maker. It seems an illusion offered for the young, a crutch for the needy, a primitive emotion for the uninformed. However, all this being said, and despite my doubts, there must be a maker. Nothing else is for sure.
There is no real proof that there is an above, just hints. Much of what’s written on the subject has a reverse effect. People turn against the concept. In spite of all the indications for or against, it does not disappear. It seems to survive all scrutiny and doubts.
Everything else doesn’t. Theories and facts last for a time, then crack. Age, time and life test everything and everything shows holes. Nothing stands the test of time. This is how I see it. This is my conclusion.