When I was seven years old I figured it all out. It was a simple, logically inescapable conclusion.
I believed that I was the product of a purely materialistic, random process that did not have me in mind. When I die and my chemistry shuts down I will cease to exist, enter eternal oblivion, and nothing I ever achieve or do will have any ultimate purpose or meaning. Furthermore, there is no ultimate justice. Hitler and the millions he tortured and murdered will have the same ultimate fate: pointless, meaningless oblivion.
I lived my life in a complete state of depression, anger and despair for 43 years as a result of this notion, although I accomplished much during that time because I now know that my soul knew all the time that it was a colossal lie.
The thing that really angers me is that all the depression, anger and despair was completely unnecessary, because the science I once thought put God out of job really makes His existence an inescapably logical conclusion.
The evidence is overwhelming.
Yes, ID is about evidence for an unnamed and unidentified designer, and that is all it claims. But the philosophical and theological implications are obvious, and that is why it results in so much controversy.
As many UD readers know, I am a former Dawkins-style militant atheist, but now one of those dreadful and dangerous born-again evangelical Christians.
But the interesting thing is that I did not abandon science and reason; I found it.