Foxy, Severin seen your puppy turn around and around before sleeping.
Or trying to bury a bone by scrapping non existent dirt with its nose?
Instinct, learned and instinctively done from generations it never knew.
We too have such instincts, wet and worn out in the middle of a bush trek I found it easy to understand a rainbow.
And just how easy it would have been once to be afraid or in awe of it.
The rainbow serpent of folk law lives and within us all is a need to worship some thing.
I can sit for hours on a rock I know of far from any place midst forest and just look at how good life is for every thing.
I am unafraid to say I love the idea of fairy's and elf's or such and to me it proves we humans are inventive and good comes from all of us some times.
That our dreams and storys are often just great.

The thread has run its course but I am tempted to remind posters of those who defended their view of God.
Ungodly comments are here to read.
I suspect we would not be told maybe in another few century's we will tell our selves but even then believers in even newly invented Gods, maybe just one?, will be seen.

"The thread has run its course"

This thread was supposed to be two-sided: "I believe in humanity but no God". The aspect of God was probably exhausted for now, but I am yet to get even a definition or explanation about this "humanity" aspect: what is it? what's there to believe in? and why?

Foxy & Belly

I have to confess that I believed in the idea of fairies well after I found Christianity to be highly dubious.

One of my favourite childhood experiences was to visit the Fairies Tree in the Fitzroy Gardens:

http://www.fitzroygardens.com/Fairies%20Tree.htm

Even now, if I chance upon a ring of toadstools I am careful not to disturb the ring.

I also can watch animals for hours, whether it is my pets in a game or even asleep or a magpie being chased off by a fairy wren - magical.

Sorry truly did not think I needed to tell why I believe in humanity.
And forgive, re your swipe at my way of putting words together.
Unable to even read on leaving school I got very lucky.
Less than thirteen on first part time job I found reason to teach myself to read.
Education followed, never stopped.
Read any great book, know it came from the best in us or the worse.
In your post I think I see an unhappiness with humanity's crimes against some.
The ability to see our wrongs, know about them is in the end a good thing about us.
Every film made book written is a product of humanity, every song sang every poem every dream of a better world tells me we are worthwhile.
In my mind no doubt exists every holly book is man made man written and further proof we have the potential to become much better.
Truly you must lead a sad life if it needs you to ask such a question.

Belly,

I am very happy with my lot in life, nothing to complain about, and I thank God for it.

If I were to attribute my happiness to anything less, then why to humanity in particular? Surely I could thank for example all those electrons who spin tirelessly around their respective nuclei, serving us with a rainbow of chemical elements that are necessary for human life. While humanity's life-span is only a few millions of years, most of those electrons lived and will continue to live on for billions of years, long after humanity is gone.

"every song sang every poem every dream of a better world tells me we are worthwhile."

Birds sing too. No doubt that we are worthwhile, and so are birds. Birds chirp away happily (well, not always happily, but human-songs and poems are not always happy either), but they do not dream of a better world. Humans are the only beings known to worry and complain, constantly looking for a better world rather than accept and appreciate the world right here and now.

"further proof we have the potential to become much better."

Is this a good thing? If one can become much better, it implies that they are not good-enough as they are already!

If I were to worship and adore anything less than God, I would choose birds and flowers, the sun and the stars, the elementary particles and the laws of physics that bind them together. Why this wretched, short-lived and constantly-complaining humanity of all things?