In his latter years Frank Cain after a lifetime studying different religious groups put a sign on his wall reading 'I haven't got a clue'. He would lament to me that all he got from God was a deafening silence. Didn't God owe him something and should he not at least meet him half way? Now I would respond to that by saying has it not occurred to you that the reason you get that deafening silence is because there is nothing up there,you've been sold a pup. At least he saw though the fake Roy Masters as have so many of us subsequently so he did not go to his grave totally deluded.
To waste a life struggling to believe something incredible is however very sad but such are the miserations that are caused by peddlars of faith and the damage they do is as unconsionable as it is incalculable.