*It's easier to accept a creator than accept the odds of us being here from the results of a fluke.^
Oh, I absolutely get that it's more comfortable to think that humans are Special, and created with a view to somehow putting us at the centre of things, rather than the idea that we are a waypoint along a much longer story, here because of thousands upon thousands of chances and selections, and that we will cease to exist for the same reasons and something else take our place.
I think it takes more faith for an atheist to accept a random universe than a created universe.
Why? The evidence of science and history
points to chance and even if it didn't it isn't logical to say the automatic or most likely cause of 'things I don't know or understand' is 'a god' rather than 'other stuff I don't know or understand'.
Logic is going for the answer that is the most likely based on the evidence. Historical evidence points to gods being a human creation to provide an explanation for the unknown, and monotheism in particular a relatively recent invention, and that religion and the creation of particular gods and prophets by people has been very influenced by commerce and control.
Scientific evidence supports the theories that say chance. The evidence base might change and improve and our understanding might improve. Even if we've got it totally wrong now, the only other alternative isn't 'a god'.
And logic says that it would be immensely strange for a creator god to plan two or more species of humanoids, knowing that only one could survive.
No faith required. There are things I don't know, and that's fine. There are things that may never be understood, and that's also fine. I just don't buy gods as the catch-all answer to stuff we don't know, above all other possible explanations. I get that not knowing is uncomfortable for many people.
I do feel sad that people of faith never get to feel that sense of wonder and joy in the amazingness of a universe and natural world that only exists as we currently know it because of millions and millions of fine-tunings, and chances, and the sheer irrelevance and minuteness of our species against that backdrop.