“I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.” – The Book of Lies
Once upon a time, God drove the sun through the sky in a chariot.
But then we learned more about the sun and celestial motion, and we saw that God wasn’t there.
So God quit that gig, and created all of humanity in His image, via the line of Adam and Eve.
But it turned out that we’re an evolutionary relative best fit, and our earliest ancestors were simple replicators, and there never was an Adam or an Eve. And so we saw that God wasn’t there, either. Frustrated, God quit that gig, too, and went to hide behind the edge of the universe and twiddle his thumbs while sitting on his celestial throne, its golden bulk clearly labeled: “reserved for The Creator.”
But we learned about quantum vacuum fluctuations and gravitation as negative energy, we learned about singularities and inflation, we learned about spacetime. And there was no God to be seen at the birth of our universe, either. And God scuffed his heels in the dirt, and lingered at the edges of the universe, and hid behind gaps in our knowledge which may never be filled.
And, finally, God shouted: “Well… prove I didn’t create the laws of physics, then!”
And so it goes.