Anything which brings us closer to God is on the highest plane of importance in our lives, because this is the ultimate reason behind our existence.
Not in my life. The highest plane of importance in my life revolves around (amongst other things) family (some), friends I love and in whose company I delight, the animals I adore (generally, and the ones by whom I am owned especially), good drink and lots of it, good food and lots of it, good sex and lots of it*, books and lots of them, music (especially but not exclusively classical/orchestral music of the British Isles roughly between 1880 and 1960, i.e. between Parry** and Vaughan Williams), internet porn, interesting stuff on the telly, ideas/philosophy generally, a nice shower last thing before bed, the life and thought of Friedrich Nietzsche, writing up the diary at the end of most days, planting up pots and troughs in the back garden, going for a walk, the music of Ralph Vaughan Williams, chatting to the next door neighbour with the big knockers, mowing the lawn, the music of Jean Sibelius, enjoying the natural world, sweeping up the leaves from the tree outside when autumn comes, and in general marvelling at the fleeting, transient biochemical accident that my existence is so long as it lasts before it doesn't last any more. All this and eighteen billion more things large and small that make up the quietest and most ordinary of lives - a nobody, nowhere, and yet here I am: as Pascal put it, only a reed, the weakest thing in nature ... but a
thinking reed. Why anybody would want or believe in more than this, the weirdness and marvel and beauty and horror and what Meister Eckhart called
Istigkeit - standardly translated as
Is-ness - of
this life as
me in
this world,
here, absolutely defeats me.
Funnily enough any god doesn't seem to figure in all this. I don't know of any ultimate reasons behind my existence, although I know of many proximate ones.
* I take the Woody Allen view: even when sex isn't that great, it's still pretty damned good.
** Entirely unknown to almost everybody these days, which is a terrible shame. Go on YouTube and search for "Parry Symphonic Variations" and tell me that that isn't an undeservedly neglected and wrongly forgotten masterpiece.