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Let me know if it's a little too weird. Disclaimer, first: I am 90% an atheist, 10% of a dabbler in world philosophies, so this concept might be a bit strange.
Let's assume there IS/WAS a creator. This creator is nothing like what any relgious group follows today, or might not even be able to be conceived of in anyone's mind, regardless of how creative an imagination someone might have.
This creator follows what we have described as evolution, but yet "it" knows that it's going to have to help out the most promising of its creations, by helping them out now and then, helping them to move forward in both time and progression of their race. At one point, ite makes a boo-boo, and while trying to experiment with more than one race, makes a second one which fails to thrive, even though it is potentially superior to the other race. The creator wipes the slate clean of this second race, and Neanderthal man is gone.
At one point, it sends "helpers" now and then who help create civilizations, languages, mythology, and societies. Depending on the location of these civilizations, different cultures are made, and different laws, rituals, and inherent behaviors are given, and then, this creator begins to back away from its "creation."
Like a parent, this creator watches from afar once the basic lifeforms are established, and only intervenes when it believes man is going in the wrong direction. He drafts "commandments" to give people a sense of right and wrong, and each somewhat isolated group develops their own idea of "god" and so world religions flourish with mostly the same natural laws, but interpreted differently.
Over time, the creator corrects some mistakes, by "punishing" people, making them go through some pretty rough stuff. But the creator also knows that unless these people are able to endure almost everything, that they will not "grow up" or grow wise.
To the creator, 12 billion years is like a couple of years, and the whole creation bit is like playing a game like D&D or Risk, or some other similar SIM type game.
Finally, after untold years, the inhabitants of this planet have reached the "legal" age, and it is time for the creator to "let go" of the people, letting them fall, stumble, make their own mistakes, and become "adults"
The defining moment of adulthood? The nuclear bomb.
In adulthood, we have to forget the past, and move on into the future, perhaps some day becoming such creators ourselves, even if it is a billion years in the future. We have made such great strides in our progression through time, and now the human race begins its adolescence without the "parent" there to shepherd us forward.
And all the fundies out there? They're the timid ones. They're the ones who still want to have someone lead them around by the hand, who refuse to grow-up and who want to take their ball back and go home. The creator is done with them, but they sit at the door and cry and cry, hoping that the creator will return. They even try to appease said "parent" by doing what they think the creator wants: a return to the behaviors that the wiser and more mature "kids" knows is sucking up.
Nowadays, the extremists are just bawling little ass-kissers who tattletale on their siblings, trying to get back in the creator's "good graces" again, not realizing that the creator doesn't want them to do that, and that the creator has moved on to its next project or game. The creator has no intention of trying to mollify these weasels--even if they're the ones who ultimately overcome the rest: if that happens, the creator will come back and collect the pieces when the last one is dead, and not look back to its game, moving on instead to the next one.
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I think it makes a certain amount of sense, though I am likely anthropomorphizing a large part of it.
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