“God” could tear the sky open tomorrow, appear in front of me and prove beyond doubt that he exists. My first response still wouldn’t be to get on my fucking knees. If the gods described in Christianity, Islam, Judaism or any other holy book were proven real tomorrow, belief stops being the question. Cool, you exist. Now explain why the fuck I should worship you. Because some of these gods, as described, are vicious, petty, jealous and cruel. I’m not bowing, praising or surrendering my life just because something powerful exists. Being real might earn acknowledgement. It doesn’t earn my respect.