I can only make conclusions about what I have observed. I have spent some time trying to quantify and qualify the intrinsic nature of reality, just as we all do in our own way. I dabbled in various religions, but none of them ever really gave me any answers. They simply told me to worship various figures without any explanation as to why I should do so. I was expected to believe in things, yet I had encountered no rational evidence that supported any beliefs.
So I examined the world around me. I saw that everything was linked; that nothing was ever truly created or destroyed, only transferred from one form to the next. A seed became a sapling, a sapling became a tree, and the tree would die and vanish back into the soil. I remember that I liked watching trees in the wind because they reminded me of humanity. The soil was the universe, the tree was earth, and the leaves were living beings. Even as the leaves withered and fell, they went back into the soil and became nourishment, and eventually leaves would sprout from the branches again. And even when the tree died, it went on to nourish and become apart of all of the living things around it.
It seemed all living things could connect. Every piece of creation could be transformed to eventually become anything else. I can't eat sunlight, yet the plants can ,in a way. And so by eating plants, I am in fact doing the impossible and eating sunlight. How could all of these chemicals and particles be so interconnected unless they shared some base component, some inherent nature that had the potential to become any form? In modern science, this is referred to as "matter" more or less, a blanket term for the smallest particles that are inherent in all forms and structures. Then something hit me.
This concept seemed very much like the Buddhist idea of existence. Eventually all things can become any other thing through the various functions of life. Inherently all things must have some connection in order to have this potential, or else they wouldn't have any compatibility at all, but they do. The smallest piece of dirt has the potential to become apart of the construct of any other form of matter, given time and the proper circumstances.
However, it is still very odd. These base components must exist, or else there would be no common ground or connectivity between any other form of existence. All of reality would be an incoherent mess, incapable of anything other than unimaginable chaos. The fact that the universe has laws, equations, predictability, and properties that envelop all of creation refutes the idea that we are not all connected. But think about it. If the smallest pieces of creation truly do exist then they are a contradiction. They are incapable of thought or any kind of sense or discernment, and they are identical. That being so, the fact that we have any chemicals, elements, life forms, really any forms at all, means that each particle has some sort of will to connect to other pieces of matter. And yet if that were so, all of the universe would be one solid block of matter, as all of the pieces would attract to each other. And yet if matter inherently didn't have that attraction, there would be no forms at all.
So matter itself must has the will to connect, and yet when it does connect to other pieces it creates properties and circumstances that prevent other pieces from joining up at the moment. It is constantly attracted to other matter, but can not always act on that attraction. To see it in action, put your hand on a patch of dirt. If matter wanted to connect to other matter, wouldn't your hand and the dirt become one? And yet if it didn't wouldn't your hand never be able to become apart of the dirt? Yet we as humans die and are eaten by insects and various decomposers and eventually proccesed into soil.
To me, this seems like the Christian, Judaist, and Islamic concept of God. A force throughout existence that is within the fabric of all things. It is an intrinsic nature that sustains the existence of reality, and through it all things "work out in the end". Death is just a new beginning, and Life is just a new ending waiting to happen. Heaven, in my opinion, is realizing this. Understanding reality and realizing that there is no need to fear.
In my opinion, we all are alive, and will one day become "base components" again. Many Buddhists cling to the base components as what is "real" and life as what is "fake", that the dark void of the universe is true while all of it's creations are impermanent and false. I disagree. Both creation and destruction, void and form are as real and fundamental as the other, as well as important. Life is as real as lifelessness. Both are apart of reality, and so how could anyone claim to be at one with reality when they refuse to acknowledge half of it?
In short, live. Look at the world around you and decide what is "right" and what is "wrong" judging by what evidence you are presented with. Do what you feel you must, but don't blindly run away from death in fear. Be like reality; at times apart, quiet, receptive. And at other times together, loud, creative. Greet life with an embrace and death with a smile, but never forget the world around you full of very real people and very real opportunities to help them and interact with them. If you are too apathetic, you might just miss it all.
Anyway, that is what I believe. Whether I believe in God is entirely up to your interpretation of what/who God is. Who knows? Maybe God is a real being that is sitting in a very real heaven. It would certainly explain the perfect imperfection of reality, to have had a guiding hand. Or maybe they exist, and reality is the hand that guided them? I can't say either way. I can only believe what I know, after all.