What does my simple god do?
Make sure my feet are flat against the ground? Ensure that I don't float into space?
Or is it more?
In the furnace of our star, gravity forges minerals and energies. Light streams out from gravity's furnace.
Gravity makes our world spin from a long ago collision and conservation of angular momentum, the spinning capturing our atmosphere. Giving us our days and weathers.
Simple and omnipresent.
Gravity is our creator, it is the primary cause of all. From the light of our sun, to the air we breathe.
We seek to escape our god. To blast off into space and spread our genes like seeds scattered across a field.
Because our greatest enemy is gravity, the attraction of a meteor, perhaps 20 kilometres across, would by gravity's attraction be our species death.
Yet to leave gravity would be death to our muscles, bones and organs. Perhaps we will find a way to take our gravity with us.
Until at the end of our days, we bow down in death and hope our spirits fly free from gravity.
We are all stardust.
But gravity made the stars.
And one final thought before we drift apart in cyberspace, what if our need to belong is an evolution of gravity's need to belong. Both are immaterial needs of the material.