When James Hutton first opened the strata of the Earth and spoke of “deep time,” he stretched human imagination far beyond the biblical frame. Darwin followed with his theory of evolution, and with each step science seemed to push God further to the margins. The message became: suffering has no purpose, life has no higher order, and God is not necessary to explain the world. Thinkers like Dawkins have turned this into a proud creed; Hawking, brilliant and confined by illness, argued the universe required no creator at all.
But humanity’s needs did not vanish with new theories. For thousands of years across cultures, the idea of God — Brahma, Vishnu, Yahweh, Allah, Krishna, the nameless Absolute — provided meaning, hope, and companionship in suffering. Whether or not one believed God “created us to adore him,” people turned to the divine as a source of strength. When pain came — in the form of disease, loss, or war — people had rituals and prayers that helped them face the root of their troubles rather than flee them.
As modern societies gradually excluded God from public life — schools, universities, even the language of politics — another pattern grew. Without the consolation of God, people in crisis too often reach for substances that numb but never heal. Alcohol to blur grief, opioids to soften pain, pills to quiet anxiety, stimulants to face another day. Soldiers returning from wars, teenagers abandoned to screens, patients overprescribed by hurried doctors: they are not turning to God for surcease, but to drugs. And drugs, unlike faith, erase awareness without resolving the problem. They create new chains, new horrors.
The irony is that modern governments, while scorning God, have found in drugs both a market and a tool of control. Empires once trafficked opium to balance their accounts; states now tax alcohol, regulate nicotine, and criminalize other substances in ways that fill prisons and treasuries alike. They created the monster, and then punish the monster’s victims.
The irony is that modern governments, while scorning God, have found in drugs both a market and a tool of control. Empires once trafficked opium to balance their accounts; states now tax alcohol, regulate nicotine, and criminalize other substances in ways that fill prisons and treasuries alike. They created the monster, and then punish the monster’s victims.
The deeper issue is not chemistry but meaning. Humanity has always needed help beyond itself. Remove God, and the void will not stay empty. It will be filled by substances, by distractions, by despair. The decline of compassion — people filming suffering instead of aiding it — is another symptom of this godless drift. The world of Kali Yuga, described millennia ago, has become visible in the everyday: dharma weak, greed ascendant, truth rare, God forgotten.
And yet the ancient texts whisper a paradox. In the darkest age, God is closest. When humanity is weakest, even a small act of devotion carries weight. Science can explain mountains, genes, and galaxies — but it cannot comfort a heart in crisis. That work belongs to faith, and without it, humanity is left exposed to the terror of living, reaching for bottles and pills instead of prayer.