~ The state of my Immortal Soul ~

There are billions of gods in this world.
They swarm as thick as herring roe. Most of them are too small to see, and never get worshipped, at least not by anything larger than bacteria, who never say their prayers and do not demand much in the way of miracles.
They are the small gods - the spirits of places where two ant trails cross, the gods of microclimates down between the grass roots, or somewhere under my bed:P. And most of them stay that way.

Because what they lack is belief.

A handful though, go on to greater things. Anything may trigger it. A sheperd, seeking a lost lamb, finds it among the briars and takes a minute or two to build a small cairn of stones in general thanks to whatever spirit might be around the place. A village caught in bad times prays to anything they deem can help alleviate their plight. Or a peculiarly shaped tree becomes associated with a cure for disease. Or someone got nailed to a crude cross and died and his corpse suddenly disappeared and ppl took it to be a Sign.
Because what gods need is belief, and what humans want are gods.
Often it stops there, but sometimes it goes further. More rocks are added, more stones raised, a temple is built on the site where the tree once stood, the shape of the crucifix became revered. The god grows in strength, the belief of its worshipers raising it upwards like a thousand tons of hydrogen rocket fuel. For a very few, the sky's the limit. And sometimes, not even that.
People said there had to be a Supreme Being because otherwise, how could the universe exist? And of course, there clearly had to be, a Supreme Being. But since the universe is a bit of a mess, it is obvious that the Supreme Being hadn't in fact, made it. If he HAD made it, he would, being Supreme, have made a much better job of it, with far better thought given, taking an example at random, to things like the design of the common nostril, or malays, or vegetables. Or, put it another way, the existence of a badly staged play only proves the existence of a humor-and-drama impaired director. You only have to look around to see that there is room for improvement almost everywhere.
This suggests that the universe had probably been put together in a bit of a hurry by an underling, or possibly authorized agents, while the Supreme Being wasn't looking, just like how incompetent SAF clerks do Enron-style paper gymnastics when the officer asks for something.
So, this goes to reason that it is generally not a good idea to address any prayers to a Supreme Being. It would only attact his attention and only cause trouble.
Yet, there are tons of lesser Gods all over the place. Gods come into being and grow, and flourish because they are believed in. Belief itself is the food of the gods. Any god could start small. Any god could grow in stature as its believers increased. And dwindle as they decreased. It is like a great big complicated game of snakes and ladders.

Where does my Belief come in?
Welll.......... I'd worship anything that'd put me ahead in life. My immortal soul up for grabs to the highest bidder