Belief in God is a kind of hope for a happy ending, that justice will prevail. A good hope. But that there is "a" Justice that could prevail is the hope reified into to a single and simple ideal, its platonic form, found nowhere but in being a shorcut from everywhere. The sad, self-contradictory part of that simplified, singularized perfection, is its propensity to be raised above its present, complex, unsigularizable life, and made eternal, to the detriment of whatever imperfect happiness and justice may be possible now.