"An eternity seems like a very long time to be worshiping a god."

If there were a god, would it really need (or even care about) the feckless forms of worship from beings so beneath it? Why is worship, the very thing that no person should give to any one or any thing, considered virtuous? Do I want my children to worship me? And what does it say about a father who does? Worship is dread and fear and awe, until we dare to look behind the curtain and realize how foolish we were.

If there were a heaven, it would, in my view, be populated by those whose knees are no longer dusty and who stand erect, looking directly at whatever is before, never bowing to any being, mortal or divine. If that describes hell to some, so be it--it doesn't exist either.