I have decided that this existential question is absolutely impossible to answer. "Did God create man, or did man create God?" I use to contemplate this daily for 30 years as a monk. Now I find that I have no interest in solving the dilemma. It hurts my health.
"There is beauty in the migration of the birds, healing in the repeated refrains of nature...the folded bud waiting for spring, the ebb and flow of the tides, the assurance that dawn comes after the night" ~ Rachel Carson
All I have to do is look out over vastness of the ocean and knowing the sea life beneath is a fascinating beauty to behold, the various ecosystems all working together, the mighty power of the roaring crashing waves, the beautiful moon and stars that capture our imaginations,
...the rising and setting of the sun that paints the sky in a masterpiece of colors, different every night, and gives us warmth by day.
It's a masterpiece that no artist, however great, can ever come close to capturing it's beauty though they all have tried.
The miracle of birth, no face is the same, no fingerprint is the same, all flora and fauna and all the colorful patterns that go with each one..
Therein is the answer.
But God doesn't want it to be clear at first.
He wants us to study, and then choose to believe in him without seeing him.
Love is more real when one chooses to love.