cinder world of the mad gods

I told someone how to write a book yesterday.  One chapter at a time, although it is likely more correct to say one letter at a time.  I think someone suffering from writers block could easily hit the space key over and over again.  That would probably generate a more interesting book than mine; but it is the living of our story that makes it interesting and how we chose to share that is entirely different.
Sleepless again, after learning of the futility of my undertaking and for those things that do have some potential for me, being forced to see how high the mountains are that I have to cross, I took the opportunity to dwell on a conversation about radical religion.
Given my belief in a universe that is predestined, there are certain observations.  First, it seems that the two warring religions are 'hell bent' on turning the beautiful earth into a cinder.  Even those who are largely rational, are doing nothing to prevent this and science teaches that no matter what we do, our choices are between the inevitable cinder and taking steps to end with a cold world which might be worse.  That, by the way is the subject of another book which I have not published; but perhaps one day science fiction.
Even that book, about mars, does little but discuss our ability to put off the inevitable and the prices that will be paid for that undertaking.
Those of religious bent who wish to expedite this process, those who are so casual with the environment that they don't actively act to prevent it, play slightly different rolls.  And who is to say that the radicalized religious don't have a better point, in a world where joy is only possible when it is set off against the pain of living is it any wonder that the mad priests of religions can get their followers to commit suicide in the name of following god.
And if NLC is really something, then it is entirely likely that they are in fact following god because in a world without true self determination we are all reading lines from a play; we are all following the dictates of an insane diety and if the god of NLC is the god of our world, then each of us is a small piece of the brain of the mad god.