Can't say I ever understood the basic human need to cling to something greater like a flea to a dog's back. What makes you think there's some greater meaning to everything, some greater truth? Some simplistic, complex system around us beyond the real world that dictates what we do and why we do it?
I mean, on some level I understand it.. people are afraid that there might not be anything beyond, that there isn't any divine grace that we must always appeal to.. but it always seems to overshadow the unadulterated glory that exists when you live life because it truly is all you have.
For a random side note, one of the last vestiges of mystics is slowly being broken down, the concepts of Consciousness and the Self, ones I've always considered to be applied to the soul. It seems that the deeper they get into these concepts, the more neuroscientists are finding that they are, essentially, mechanical processes of the mind. There's certainly far more to study, but I find it to be terribly interesting.