It is still unclear to me if the compulsion to write for me as well as for others, here or elsewhere, is good or bad.
I’ll try a step by step approach: I am a human being and as any other beings I have and I have the need of a social life. Writing is one of the paths used to engage, or try to engage other beings (basically humans given the common language).
Religions or religious expressions are defined as exhaustive systems of values, practices and ideas which have the ability to create an environment where humans can achieve their potential beyond the empirical cloud of material or physical life.
I cannot see in the near future a time when I would dismiss the existence of another life for myself or others, a life other then the visible, palpable one. This not necessarily for religious or ethical reasons but because of a stubborn appeal to common sense: as long as I can long for one (other life) there should be one, in any form it may be.