Religion used to play the role of the protecting father. When the storm comes, we pray to god. If not, we didn't pray hard enough or were somehow not worthy. Play in which the sister ends up shooting one of her Catholic School students just after he has confessed and been absolved so that he will go to heaven. No system can describe itself.
Rituals are important.
There is a bit of the divine in each of us. I don't mind a mystery or mutually contradictory thoughts.