רוחות רפאים ומבוכי החיים (או: אמונה ותועבה)

Dragging ourselves every day, walking in different directions but to similar places, we feel a lot like cattle.
For what else roams the world wildly, independent, yet in search of a shepherd?
We want to be free, and yet, we continue in our endless search for god.
Christians. Buddhists. Jewish. Muslim. It doesn't matter where or when we were born. We keep on looking.
Even atheists believe in something; science, elements, spirit, souls, ghosts.
As humans, we fail to understand that we are the ghosts. We say we live, and we say we only live once.
What, pray tell, is that worth, if we all live in constant fear?