I'm an atheist. I've been an atheist for as long as I've been exposed to religion. Something about churches and Bibles and dogma just don't sit well with me. I think it stems from my issues with authority. How many historical badasses were religious fundamentalists? Very few, I'd imagine, because the idea of being told that only one way is the truth and the light - and therefore you must do exactly as we say and don't ask questions - is very unappealing to historical badasses like myself.
Religion, after all, is fiction and fantasy. Like Star Trek. Come to think of it, Spock died in Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan. Perhaps that was for our sins. And then he came back in Star Trek III: Search for Spock. Resurrected. Maybe we should be eating Cadbury Cream Eggs in his Holy name.
Actually, let's go for the real, authentic religious experience. Star Trek as a valid, modern religion. We can walk up busy highways with signs, proclaiming "KIRK HATES FAGS". We can stand outside of abortion clinics yelling "KLINGON TO YOUR FETUS" or "SAVE THE NEXT GENERATION". We can engage our photon torpedoes in disputes with other countries because Captain Janeway is the only way. We put up deflector shields made of ignorance. Instead of the Vatican, we are ruled by the United Federation of Planets. Instead of the papacy, we have Starfleet. From there, we can divide into different sects. There will be The Church of the Cardassians of Deep Space Nine, The Dominion of Gamma Quadrant, and the Borg Fellowship Collective. Despite there being minute differences of negligible importance between them, they will have a history of conflict and violence. That's what I like to call a failed Enterprise! But in the end, it's just like Kirk says in Star Trek V: The Final Frontier; "what does God need with a starship?"
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