It strikes me as odd and sad at the same time, my fellow human beings can't seem to agree on much of anything of import. For example, I am considered by some to be a pagan because I believe the Creator of the Universe has breath and speaks. Are not the words of my mouth the offspring of my mind? I use my breath to speak those words to announce my thoughts to others.
For those who don't believe in a Creator, fine. You're just an accident. To use a common word from 15th and 16th century English, that's what vulgar means, "Shit happens".
Oh, that's what we're made of, dirt! Same stuff as the stars.