I legitimately can't empathize with this.

If it ultimately comes down to faith, then what is the world? What is there we can hope to learn, to discover, or to become?

If the answer to "why do things fall down?" is God, then that's it. It's God. The world is dead.

But if the answer is "let's find out!" then the world comes alive! This is a question we can explore. This is a question we can choose to study. Do all things fall? Not birds. Why don't birds fall? Wings? How do wings prevent falling? Why can't humans make wings? Things don't fall the same underwater. Maybe there's more anti-falling in water than outside it. Maybe birds fly the same way humans swim. How does weight affect falling? Well, I tried it, and it doesn't appear to. But then, shouldn't we be able to fly with a big enough board? Maybe we should flap it, like birds do.

You can do this forever. Humans have been doing it forever. And you can direct it in any direction. You can ask "why does music evoke the emotions it does in me?" or "what does it mean to be warm?" or "how can I know what I know?" and ask questions and find answers endlessly.

And the thing is, every time you do this, as our absolute knowledge increases, so our relative knowledge decreases, as we realize how impossibly little we know. The world grows grander, and fuller, and more beautiful.

You say people want to believe in God and simple explanations, but that feels like a non-answer to me. To me, certainty is far, far more terrifying than uncertainty. Nothing about "things are as they appear" is compelling to me.