EVE Fiction

The day that Woodsie sat down and thought about the reasons for and against, the why's and wherefore's of humanities ceasless religious search for awareness he was completely unaware of the impact a simple 'thought' could have. The conflict and persecution that was to follow. The huge impact, not only on the 'believers' but equally on the agnostic and atheist comunities around the new worlds that are Eve.

For many thousands of years back on mother Earth, many many millions died in conflicts over religous beliefs all through time, that much we know from the holoreels and ancient 'books' with their ink printed words. Even now races are made slaves and persecuted in the name of religion, great wars are fought and still countless lives are ended and untold resources lost in the name of 'God' and the fight to prove whose view is right.

'Where is the proof?', thought Woodsie, 'all those sects say that 'this is right follow me,' but wheres the proof of any super being?' Given that we know now of deep space travel, and have discovered and even used wormholes, of course, or we wouldnt even be here, then who's to say that Mother Earth's 'God' (of many names) wasn't actually a pilot from a Jovian explorer craft jumping through an earlier incarnation of the wormhole that brought us all here? Heal people? - to a Jovian that would be as simple as pressing a few buttons on his bionic lifeform analyser, appear and disappear? ha, laughably easy! Turn water to wine? oh dear, I shouldnt even need to mention our own quafe additives let alone the earlier forms thousands of years ago, yes anything written all those millenia ago can now be easily explained but why oh why did we have to go through such turmoil? Why couldnt the human race find an explanation for all the questions of an existance outside our own sphere without pressing their (incorrect) doctrine on others? Or even more to the point why do humans seek so diligently for a diety?

'So many questions so many equations, round and round it went in my head' over many years 'then it slowly dawned on me' Woodsie is quoted, 'What if all humans willingness to beleive in a supreme being or 'God' is simply an echo from the womb? Remembrance of the earliest of memory's as life begins before the brain is properly formed. Memorys of the mothers beating heart or even voices or music from outside. A memory of the realisation that one is not alone from the womb - the feeling or slow realisation that you are a part of something bigger that may be echo'd in later life as a search for God.
'Of course, that's it, that's why humans all through time are so willing to believe in some unseen deity, some all powerful god that will look over them, give them a purpose, it's just a memory, a faint distant memory of warmth and comfort nagging at the back of our minds.

'I couldn't keep it to myself, it's such a simple theory but makes so much sense to me I had to share it'
Such a simple theory yes, and one that instantly ignited discussions and debates and fights amongst the followers and detractors of religion and eventually talk of heresay and even death threats from our cloak loving relatives and their followers. Assasination attempts followed and would have been succesful if woodsie didnt have such loyal friends to watch his back and spirit him away to his lonely planet on the edge of humanity where he often wishes for simpler days and anonimity and wishes he could have just kept his ideas to himself and wishes he could just stop thinking about the earliest of memories.