Transcendent ideas keep humans mentally alfloat while alive but the reality is we all sink into physiological oblivion. Our ability to be smug about the Universe has a purpose to keep a person mentally stable. In the overwhelming ocean of life we grab onto transcendent ideas to keep afloat and with faith we walk on water. Nature catches up though and despite our bravado of human language the decomposition of the body rolls on.
Humans need to anchor themselves in some transcendence. We demand answers now when in reality we have to wait. We demand a final solution to problems that are beyond our ability to solve. That is the magic of faith it takes away the burden and limits of human knowledge and takes away the question mark. Are bad answers better than no answers?