A Buddhist blogger brought to light the concept of worshipping our ancestors. He was not talking of dead relatives, but of the creatures who fought for life along the evolutionary path that led to us.
While the word worship does not appeal to me, the concept to admiration does. The millions of years of evolution and critters deserves our admiration.
For reasons I cannot understand, the process of evolution does not appeal to many people. A simpler explanation there was a creator who just sat down and designed the world as it is now is easier for some people to accept.
From somewhere came the first chemical soup. We can admire the first cell that formed from lightening striking the soup. That cell, or others, floated about for perhaps millions of years before something happened that others can explain better than me to split it into two cells. We were off to the races.
Instead of religious art, such as Ten Commandments monuments or crosses, how about a statue of that first cell? This would be a teaching moment that combined a physical depiction of our beginning with the events that followed.
We could gather around a statue like that and be amazed at how it all happened. We could take pictures of ourselves in front of it, “before and after” depictions.
What a concept like this needs is some enthusiastic and passionate support. Unfortunately, rational thinking often does not have that.
Passion resides in religion.