Since Sir Loin asked, here is my take on the matter:
I believe my knowledge of the fact that I am going to die and be no more, that everything I have ever loved or will love will die and be no more, that every great and wise man who has ever lived will die and be no more, that there is likely no divine help or greater purpose to existence, is slowly driving me a little insane.
I believe that if most of the populace knew this and had the I.Q. to think about it long and hard, they might also be facing a slippery slope into madness. I believe that many psychological problems of the inhabitants of Western civilization may be caused by a void in spiritual belief, brought on by the increasingly untenable nature of religion in the face of attack by zealous atheists.
Just in case anyone hasn't thought about it hard enough, death. Wormfood. Corruption of the flesh, ravens and vultures eating the tender parts of you and your lover and your puppy Skip. Or, in today's world, your blood drained and your body pickled to mortify in a sealed box 6 feet under the ground in a way that is quite possibly more disturbing than the natural process.
I believe that religious belief, for all the many, many bad things it has caused, also may have offered some sort of buffer against these realizations to the most of the population most of the time. Thus they have gotten up and worked, and eaten, and fornicated and had children, instead of slipping into depression and just laying down and dying from the weight of horrible realizations.
Of course, the trick is having a religion people believe in without having an unworkable amount of extreme oddities in your religion that make life HERE worse. Skipping meat on Friday is acceptable, "killing the unbeliever wherever you find him" is problematic.
My heart-felt prayer, offered everyday to whatever powers may be, is not for any of the things I or any other man might desire, but simply, to be proven wrong on my skepticism of the supernatural!