After all, that would put me on a par with the religious believer who has the unquestioning unshakeable belief that there is a God.
Unlike such a believer, I am willing to be persuaded of the truth of the opposite argument.
Given that I am yet to be persuaded, and God knows he’s had the time to do it, I just think it's very very very very unlikely that there is a God.
Less likely than a meteorite landing on my car.
Less likely than getting hit by a bus full of performing circus bears on my way to work.
Less likely than finding out that I’m really an undercover secret agent who’s had his memory wiped and is unwittingly carrying out a mission to infiltrate Australian financial services and bring it down from the inside with shoddy spreadsheets.
Now any and all of these things are possible, including the idea that there’s a God, but they’re all so unlikely that it's not worth spending any time at all worrying about them.