The Problem with Gods!

First we accept the Gods. Figure they rule our world. Then, we start questioning, we start seeing inconsistencies, and outright falsehoods, so we banish them, kick them out of our lives, and then it feels very, very lonely. Then we start letting them back in, one by one. But we are leery of them, we figure they are a gallery of rogues and scalawags, and some of them are cruel, and some of them don't really give a damn, and some, well, they have their own problems to deal with. So now our world is a little less lonely, it's filled with an assortment of characters, but they are just a motley crew that doesn't really help at all. So, it's like being left on our own, and we are just as lonely as if the Gods didn't exist.