The human dilemma is that we want to personalize what ever it is that ignited the fuse to initiate this infinite creative explosion. The idea, that if we find it, we might reason with it finding ultimate answers to life. What if it is just energy, a force of somekind. What if we stretch our theological minds, extrapolate all the laws of physics backwards to the other side of the explosion and we are left with absolutely nothing, an infinite emptiness we can't relate to then what. Will we be better off? I think it is good to know our place in the vastness of the Cosmos, because I think it may come down to an incredibly profound act of mysteriously beautiful chance. Maybe to the theologian all looks scripted, to the physicist pure and precise laws, again what if it is an illusion, and, that it is a profound evolving mystery in which everything miraculously unexplainable have fallen and hold us in place. Maybe what we truly worship is the ultimate form of infinite mystery. It sounds weird, but I might be cool with that.