To say it still more explicitly, the view here is that we start out with the sense that our parents are omnipotent and omniscient, we develop certain relations with them—different degrees of mental health in those relationships, depending on the nautre of the relationship between the parents and the child—and then we grow up, and as we do so, we discover that our parents are not perfect. No one is, of course. There is a part of us that is deeply disappointed. There’s a part of us that has been inducted into a dominance hierarchy and doesn’t like the uncertainty of having to deal with things for ourselves. You know, one of the many reasons that are given for the advantages of military life and other powerfully hierarchical societies is that it’s not required to think for oneself very much. There’s something calming about that. And so, according to Freud, we then foist upon the cosmos our own emotional predispositions. You may or may not think that this explains a great deal about religion, but it is something I believe worth considering. Fyodor Dostoyevsky wrote in The Brothers Karamazov,
So long as man remains free he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find someone to worship.