Cold and uncaring universe. Void of the human emotions that we ascribe to it and the God(s) that we create?

And yet another God and another comforting concept is created to appease our strange mesh of animal and "higher intellect". The universe is, and here we come out of it (as part of it) and say that it's not good enough for us, like it or we or the whole thing cares about a few electrons moving around in a brain. Or the expression or those electrons in the form of wanting or action. It becomes the end of the world when we realize that death is the end of this configuration. All of our emotions and yearnings fit nicely inside the physical understanding of matter and energy. We want not to see it that way, but why? Why are we so turned off by the scientific understanding of ourselves, why do we want more?