I decided a few years ago that I didn’t care anymore which religion was “the right one” or which religion was “closest to the truth.”
Instead I decided this: I will belong to whichever religion (or non-religious belief system) allows me to generate the most and deepest love in my life. Right now I’m in a kind of free-floating space where I dabble a little in this and a little in that (while grounding myself with the practices of unpastored, unprogrammed Quakers), and I’m OK with drawing from multiple, even seemingly incompatible sources, because I’m not worried (as much as I used to be anyway) about logical or philosophical contradictions. Because it doesn’t matter whether something appears to contradict itself or something I’ve experienced – if it’s a way of thinking that allows me to generate more love than I did before, then it’s beneficial and worthwhile, regardless of logic.
We’ll see where I eventually end up – and it may not be in any one place, because if there’s no one right way to love, why should there be one right way to think? Thinking is just a metaphor for reality, and while some metaphors don’t work, there are an endless number of those that do.