Religion arose out of our relationship with nature. That relationship was formed over millions of years, preceding even our existence in human form.
For animals and primitive humans that relationship is/was direct, intimate, immediate, unmediated by symbols. Primitive humans lived in nature every moment of their lives and depended upon it in a very direct way for their survival. In every moment nature might provide the next meal, or a horrific fatal disaster. Thus, early man's relationship with nature was very personal.
And then thought began to blossom in humans. As thought developed a psychological distance was created between man and nature. This
perceived apparent distance was created by the inherently divisive nature of thought, which conceptually divides human experience in to "me" and "everything else".
Humans no longer had an intimate deeply personal relationship with nature such as a baby sucking it's mother's tit. As thought developed and the conceptual divisions grew we became observers of nature, feeling separate and apart, the former intimate unity lost. We were evicted from the Garden Of Eden, having eaten the apple of knowledge (ie. thought).
As observers ever more deeply immersed in thought, we became story tellers, we began commenting from a distance upon nature as "that thing over there".
One of the stories told was about our need to "get back to God", that is, recapture the lost intimate unity we once had with reality. And thus religion was born.
The problem for religion has long been that it typically attempts to use thought to recreate the lost unity, the very thing causing the experience of division. It's like a drunk trying to cure his alcoholism with a case of scotch, the harder we try, the behinder we get.
This is easy to observe in any religion. Those most passionately involved in the ideology (ie. thought) are typically those the most divided from others both within and beyond their religion. And they are typically the most divided within themselves as well, as is illustrated by the anger so common to passionate ideologists.
As I've been known to chronically rant until readers start screaming in agony "Somebody make it stop!!", we can't really understand much of anything about being human unless we are willing to examine the nature of what we are made of, thought.
A good philosopher is like the architect with a passionate interest in the properties of the materials his buildings are made of.
-- Updated June 1st, 2016, 9:42 am to add the following --
Steve3007 wrote:YIOSTHEOY:You said such things as this:
Please observe how Steve quoted only the
specific section of the earlier post he is responding to.