Yes. I think superstition is the soul provenance of the educationally subnormal.
It’s an organ known as the brain.
Evolution by mutation in period doubling cascade and natural selection transformed our physical makeup and cells that contain the human genome account for the other 10%.
I simply don’t consider these drivelling sentimental outburst of blithering piety, pomposity and stupidity worth a second’s meditation.
Because I want to know my enemy.

And small wonder you are incapable of producing a reasonable one, carrying all that prehistoric metaphysical baggage around. Why, how I pity you.
It applies to you as well my friend, only your vanity prevents you from accepting it.
And your faith in sitting waiting for the touch of the divine fills me with the urge to defecate.
And yours too. Your luck is worse than mine since I at least can understand and influence my experiences. You sit and wait for God to sort you out. Good luck with that.
Yes. I can feel my mind at all times. It’s an intergral part of me.
You’ll never know.
I have a number of close friends whom I spend time engaging with in various pleasurable pursuits.
Only to somoene like you who cannot accept what they are.