Random Chaos: Universal Prayer Time

Chaos is my God, I've decided. When thinking about our galaxy and how it came into existence in the universe; a fantastic beyond fathom event that created enough energy to kick-start our sun and send everything we know to be as "The Milky Way" into a wild spin with a momentum that, by the time it's all over, will take hundreds of billions of years (more or less) to wear off; a momentum that will live on longer than humans, longer than the earth; when I think of this, naturally, I'm humbled. The force that created this, creates other galaxies in the same way, but with very different, random results. This force, probably not intelligent, but even if it is, is undeniably chaotic and unpredictable. This same random splash of chaos that makes life in our galaxy possible can just as easily take these possibilities away. In fact, the fragile, delicate balance of life on earth and in this galaxy seems more impossible than possible when thinking about our galaxy and the chaotic, random events that created it. It does make one wonder if this is too intricate a design to be random, too delicate a balance... Either way, it's still Chaos, and it is what rules life. This must be what God is.

Do I choose to worship it, is the question. Worship is a depressing word to me. The idea of worshiping anything seems like a complete waste of time with no real, practical purpose, therefore isn't worth the commitment. So, I'm sorry, Dear Universal Chaos, but I don't have time to worship you, for my role in this grand story of yours is far too short to waste on worshiping you... you being an entity that, whether I worship you or not, would just as soon send a giant, world-destroying asteroid into my back yard as you would a giant sack of $100 dollar bills.

I will, however, respect you. This is probably a very smart thing for me to do. You built the delicate machine that spins this little galaxy in its perfect momentum in time and space, making life possible for me and you could, without prediction, end it all tomorrow. I promise to respect this fact and live every moment of my minuscule life as if you have decided to do just that... end it all tomorrow.
--Amen