Adopting Religion for fear of what may transpire post death?

[Angrboda]

You know, I've come across this question a time or two, and sure, if someone is holding a gun to my head, I'm likely to do whatever it takes to preserve my life, even sexual indignity. But there comes a point at which, you realize the odds of the gun being real, or that it holds anything but blanks, are not worth considering; the number of bad things that "might happen" at that level of frequency is uncountably infinite. Sure, infinity alters the equation, but one has to set an epistemic cutoff point beyond which one will not worry about such things, or never get any sleep. And who knows what really satisfies a god like Yahweh, so infinitely plastic, changeable, and unpredictable -- he's more crazy than I am, and that's quite a feat. I had a lover once who said that she would know if I loved them by some thing that I would do; my friends' comments were, well, is it "wearing underwear on my head" -- how the fuck do you know? How in hell do I know if I'm doing the dance that God wants me to do? And there are so many opinions on just what that dance is, that, the classic objection leveled at Pascal's wager rings true: no matter which dance you do, the sheer odds are that it is the wrong dance. Why waste your time? There are infinite gods, and infinite ways of pleasing them -- you can't cover them all. So what do you? Simply be the best human you can be, and let the chips fall where they may. Anything else is madness. And would you be happy or fulfilled any other way?