Religion (not to be confused with spirituality )* seems to be a veneer, a shroud that covers us from a world we don’t understand, assuages fear, gives meaning and purpose because for some reason, we’ve become convinced that nothing is worth anything without meaning. Must the symbol be a symbol, can it not just be, in and of itself, devoid of any intrinsic meaning? Is its existence not enough? Why the “why”? What’s so scary about “just because”?