Religion of nothing

At the doorstep of faith, I choose to just stare at the overflowing emotion of hope; of gratitude; of nothing
selfish; maybe I am, I choose when to believe
foolish; maybe I am, for belief is not a decision

Nothing coming out of nothing does not explain the universe
For I can see life going from nowhere to the eternity of false hope
under the veil of ignorance; forever

and one might just affect the other; religion to fill in for nothing, and nothing to negate meaning of religion