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Religion thrives on mediocrity of its followers ?

Mankind is known to have always feared and sometimes even worship what it could not control. The thought finds explanation in the emergence of deities in the form of forces of nature in some of the earliest civilisations. It invokes utmost curiosity when, one starts to think of the origin of religions in their current form. How did the practice of worshipping start? Was it respect for the unfathomable power of these forces of nature, which made mankind worship them, or it was fear of their fury, which drove it to submission and surrender? While in both the cases, these forces of nature were subjects of unquestionable reverence, the underlying emotion that pushed them to that pedestal is extremely critical to identify-the former driven by respect and inspiration while the other is hinged upon fear as the driving force. The ancient civilisations and their traditions seem to suggest towards the latter. As the human brain started to think outside the day to day needs of food and
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