Both kindness and reason are very important to me; one without the other will not do. Most of the world's main religions seem to tolerate the crassest of obvious contradictions and stupidities, and the cruelty of some of their devotees of my acquaintance continues to appal me. Yes, I know there probably exist exceptions somewhere. Largely through these two reasons, I rejected all religion in the common meaning of the word when I was about eight, and nothing I have seen since has induced me to change my mind.
I used to argue about all these things as if I knew all about it, but when all is said and done, we live in a complete mystery. Consciousness is a mystery, death is an enigma, and there exist regions of the internal mind by turns so dark and terrible and so transcendentally beautiful that they can destroy the arrogance of reason in a moment. I continue to do bad things for all the right reasons and good things for all the wrong ones.
Like Derek, I had the privilege, sadly and increasingly rare in this dog-fight of a world, of unconditional love in childhood. My observations over a few decades tend to confirm this experience as being of far greater importance than most people suppose.