Spirituality is a very personal thing and assumes many different shapes and sizes, sorta like body parts. For bunches of people, spirituality has nothing to do with a "Supreme Being." I tend to like those kinds of folks because, typically, they are introspective, compassionate people who have the ability to engage in discourse and debate regarding spirituality without rancor.
For most others, spirituality has to do with their supreme being, and they take it seriously. Early on, the futility of discussion becomes apparent. Suggest to a believer that, possibly, there are cracks in his foundation, and he immediately mans the turrets with big guns. If the walls of Jericho were as sturdy as blind faith, they never woulda come tumbling down!
I don't like to label my spirituality, but I'm pretty damn sure there are no supreme beings.
Like an agnostic, though, if one actually did present itself (not simply perform some anonymous miracle that believers attribute to their god), you know like:
"Greetings, Ed, I'm Flibrok, the supreme being, what's up? Watch this!!!" And some amazing thing happens on the spot, I would immediately recognize and accept Flibrok's existence, by god. Shit. Facts are facts.
But, even if Flibrok was real, I would never consider worshiping him, anyway!
He would have to earn my love, respect, and admiration by doing good works. Become friends? Yes, if we had some commonality. But the moment he demanded anything smelling faintly of worship, I'd unfriend him in a flash! No entity—supreme, human, or otherwise—warrants worship.
I've coined the term Worshipitis. It's a kin condition.
CHEERS!
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