Presumably there is indeed no purpose in the ultimate fate of the cosmos, but do any of us really tie our life's hopes to the ultimate fate of the cosmos anyway? Of course we don't; not if we are sane. Our lives are ruled by all sorts of closer, warmer, human ambitions and perceptions.
I am passionate about the truth. Passion is very different from fundamentalism.
The meme for blind faith secures its own perpetuation by the simple unconscious expedient of discouraging rational inquiry.
I believe that an orderly universe, one indifferent to human preoccupations, in which everything has an expla nation even if we still have a long way to go before we find it, is a more beautiful, more wonderful place than a universe tricked out with capricious, ad hoc magic.
The idea of a divine creator belittles the elegant reality of the universe.