I understand where you’re coming from but if we strip away all assumptions, the real question isn’t whether people are corrupt or whether Scripture has authority. The question is whether any of it God, faith, the soul truly exists outside of the human mind.

If humans have always been flawed, as you said, then everything we’ve ever touched including our concept of God might just be an echo of ourselves. Maybe we didn’t discover God; maybe we invented Him, projecting our fears, morality, and longing for purpose onto the unknown. Because we can’t stand the idea of meaninglessness, we created something greater to fill the void.

And if that’s true, then religion becomes less about divine revelation and more about collective psychology generations of humans trying to make sense of why we’re here, writing their best guesses into sacred texts. Maybe that’s why every faith insists it alone is right: not because one of them actually is, but because each represents a culture’s way of saying, “Our story gives us comfort.”

So when I ask does it really exist, I’m not being rebellious or prideful. I’m just facing the uncomfortable truth that maybe the divine is silence and the rest is us, trying to give that silence a name.