The way i see religious people is the same as i see a puppy with a squeaking bone. It takes its liking to it for what it associates with it, not what it is. It enjoys the bone because it's narrow mind is convincing it its real. It's leader says it's great, what other explanation would there be than that the bone is magnificent, why else would everyone make such a big fuzz out of it? it does not think of, nor care about what it really is, it is loved for what everyone makes of it. it follows it blindly, and is ready to give up a fight just for the idea of it.