That's why they think it should come naturally to everyone, or that you have to be superbly analytical/ignorant/ungrateful/risk-inclined not to believe in god, hence why he must exist.
A schmucky example from my schmucky life (aka, "why me? why now?"):
I'm a procrastinator and not particularly neat, and may seem like something of a hoarder, but I contend a lot of the mess occurs is because, at some point, I started to try to put things in order and I don't really feel attached to all of it, but I didn't follow through. Then it became overwhelming. Then also entropy and apathy. So I check the coffee and the wind direction and decide today I'm going to start to take it on, I put my ipod on the dock in the kitchen, and a few seconds into the second song, it shits the bed. It is kind of an older ipod that I got for my birthday a few years ago, not the same exact one, because Best Buy kidnapped it for a few dozen weeks (during which I rode the subway every day listening to everyone's stupid fucking voice and the stupid fucking things they say) and returned it unfixed because their warranty sucks and I went over to the apple store instead and they just traded another one for free. (Another story).
It has otherwise never given me any issue until last year, when I had to go back to NY, it also shitted the bed right before my long (3 hours) car trip. Somehow I eventually got it to work again after I arrived, having listened to tapes, and though it appears itunes (nor my computer) no longer recognizes the device, somehow started to work again, as soon as I spent a half hour of good daylight, energy, and auspicious wind directions not cleaning/organizing.
God, why won't you let me clean my house with a little music on? WHYYYYYYY????
See - it doesn't take a lot. Demons have used the device to make me miserable and my life extra uphill. Don't shop at Best Buy.
