But I could be wrong.

Yeah, me too, Don. Not once have I ever said that I'm certain that there is no God. I tend to leave the certainty to those deluded souls who'll accept stuff without evidence that someone has passed down to them. Our Father who art in heaven. I mean, how much more certain than that can you get? How great thou art.

The chanted, brainless prayers wouldn't sound as good though, would they. Our Father, who we think might be in a place we think might exist called heaven... How great thou wouldst be if thou existeth, which we think, on balance, that you may just...

Nah. Way too humble...