Third option: I don't care. Therefore, I don't hold a belief.

All of it is crazy! Hahaha!

Our Moms and our Dads created us. And they were created by their parents. And that goes all the way back to the dawn of microbial life when the planet was first formed. Older than written language, older than bipedal mammals. Back before the first creatures adapted to be able to survive exclusively on land.

We are all just mutations from a long line of evolutionary splits. A wild and wonderful petri dish on a pale blue dot, amid celestial neighbors upon a galactic spiral arm. One galaxy apart from millions more. Rurally scattered among an incomprehensibly vast ocean of stars, gas, rock, and ice.

And somewhere out there, where light travels beyond the oort cloud, there's a statistical likelihood that there's another species that deifies a spectral guardian god. Their only god, and the only perceived god in their alien eyes. It comforts them to believe that there's a supernatural cap to protect their worrisome minds of the unknown. An explanation to romanticize the mundane. A presence when there's solitude. Hope when there are troubling truths.