For me, I just went down the lines of intellectual attack with a well-sharpened and hardened sword of cynicism until there was nothing left. Nothing could be be believed, nothing could be proven.
Evereything shattered and crushed -- every belief, every fact a vanity. A mite of dust all was. I was then just a surfer of the waves of currency, caring only to stay on top of my board -- for I dislike drowning, and I found I loved life. Survival instinct. The difference between Camus and Satre.
With age I found I liked people too, and loved them, despite my strongly developed cynic's detachment.
I tried helping people -- little things, saving lifes at risk of my own and all that. I suffered and hung with it.
For me there was no god -- not Science, not Logic, not Church, not Despair, not G-d, Himself. How could I accept ANY of them -- my intellect's sword had erradicated every one.
You see Ichysaurus has replied to me fore and aft of your post -- he worships Science, it is his god at nonce. He thinks he has lampooned me for the sake of his god. Yet he reads his own imagination of me, and not me. Yes I studied 1850's mathematics, and 1970's too. High level stuff, my footing is sure as a goat's on the mountain.
I understand algebra -- my teachers included some of the best in the world. And I didn't need a Godel or a broken Turing machine to tell me what I had already come to understand, that the final proof is outside any box. And so too the First Postulates.
With age, with the age granted me, thank G-d, some providence gave me to pursue the search for Proof again. I was tickled by Roger Penrose's work, by fractals, by numbers so innumerable no algorithm or description could ever touch them -- the modern Zeno. And I took up that search again -- that it was, with age's wisdom, *intuitively* more likely there was a G-d than not. I came to find that intiution is not necessary -- acceptance is for ,,,
Truth sings to the bared Soul.
And all the aggravtions and frustrations do not magically disapper. Maybe they are tougher, even. Hard to say. It is just very comfortable and happy to know they have a reason.
Uh, that was geometry, not algebra you posted the "postulate" on.
but given your soaring cadences, you should've been a poet!
Cheers!