Do You Want to Live Forever?

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Susan Ertz (1894-1985), Anger in the Sky, 1943

Do you want everyone to live forever? Your own immortality might have an outside chance at being a good thing, as long as everyone else isn’t immortal too. It may be fun if you’re the only one – for a while anyway. After a few centuries, it might get old, so to speak. For immortals, “bored to death” may transform from an exaggerated expression into a bitter desire.

Nobody likes to die, but death makes things happen. Without the temporal limit of death, life would stagnate. Death makes us do things. Death makes us care. Death makes us value life.

Imagine the ramifications of immortality, of knowing that there will never be a moment’s rest or respite from eternal existence.

Besides, amid eternity, what goals or motivations could one have? How relevant would anything be? Eventually, hours, years, eons would all blur together, rendering existence an endeavor in obscurity. It would be like being in a race with no finish – no winners, no losers, no anything … just existence for existence’s sake. Under such conditions, what would prevent one from losing interest, from slowing down, from no longer pushing oneself to achieve? In such a light, what would achievement even mean? Perhaps it’s better this way, better to burn quick and bright than forever dim. Perhaps without death, life would intrinsically lack luster and meaning.
Matthew Alper, The “God” Part of the Brain: A Scientific Interpretation of Human Spirituality and God, 2006 (ellipsis in original)

The great physicist Max Planck said:

A new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.
Max Planck (1858-1947), 1948, Scientific Autobiography and Other Papers, translated by F. Gaynor, 1949

This quote has often been paraphrased as “Science advances one funeral at a time” or “Truth never triumphs – its opponents just die out.” In fact, human progress advances one funeral at a time. If humans were immortal, progress would only happen through murder and suicide, assuming either was possible. Currently, human nature is such that we should all be glad that no one is immortal, and especially glad that everyone is not immortal.

Why would the expectation of an afterlife, or any kind of immortality, lead people to believe there is meaning and value to their lives? Permanence is not meaning. Why should a finite life or the eventual slow whimpering death of the universe cause despair, or a loss of meaning and value? Infinitude is not value. The unending tedium of immortality would be a kind of oblivion at best and a kind of hell at worst. Eternal bliss is a selfish, foolish, childish fantasy – a distraction from real life.

I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work; I want to achieve immortality through not dying. I don’t want to live on in the hearts of my countrymen; I want to live on in my apartment.
Woody Allen (1935-), The Illustrated Woody Allen Reader, 1993

It’s time to face the facts: death is permanent and immortality is a crock. Death is the reality and immortality is the fantasy. Death cannot be overcome simply by inventing words. Immortality is a false consolation to the grieving and fearful. Immortality does not provide direction or purpose – it robs life of direction and purpose by making it irrelevant, nothing more than a prelude to death and a glorious eternal stay in heaven. Daily life is just an obstacle on the path to eternal life, or a tedious waiting room before the afterlife. What a sad way to live.

The more we believe we have immortal souls, the less we value our precious mortal lives. It’s a fraudulent exchange of the real for the imaginary. It’s a rejection of a unique opportunity and a misuse of the gift of life. It’s squandering the chance of a lifetime. It’s a tragic waste of life.

O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.
Pindar (c. 522-443 BCE), Pythian iii, Pythian Victory Odes

The concept of the soul must die. The hope for immortality must die. Unhealthy illusions must die. Death is certain and utterly final. Dead is dead. From the ashes of the soul rise a love for humanity and rational hope for its future. The end of death will be the end of humanity – we will have been transformed into another species, which may or may not be an improvement. Time will tell.

What’s needed is a dose of reality and a practical, down-to-earth, human approach:

The skeptic has no illusions about life, nor a vain belief in the promise of immortality. Since this life here and now is all we can know, our most reasonable option is to live it fully.
Paul Kurtz (1925-2012), The Transcendental Temptation, 1986

We can achieve a kind of immortality by living lives worth remembering. That’s as good as it gets, whether we like it or not.

More good advice worth repeating:

What shall we know of our death? Either the soul is immortal and we shall not die, or it perishes with the flesh and we shall not know that we are dead. Live, then, as if you were eternal, and do not believe that your life has changed merely because it seems proved that the Earth is empty. You do not live in the Earth, you live in yourself.
André Maurois (1885-1967), essay, On the Meaning of Life, Will Durant, 1932

I do not believe in immortality, and have no desire for it. The belief in it issues from the puerile egos of inferior men. In its Christian form it is little more than a device for getting revenge upon those who are having a better time on this earth. What the meaning of human life may be I don’t know: I incline to suspect that it has none. All I know about it is that, to me at least, it is very amusing while it lasts. Even its troubles, indeed, can be amusing. Moreover, they tend to foster the human qualities that I admire most – courage and its analogues. The noblest man, I think, is that one who fights God, and triumphs over Him. I have had little of this to do. When I die I shall be content to vanish into nothingness. No show, however good, could conceivably be good for ever.
H.L. Mencken (1880-1956), letter, On the Meaning of Life, Will Durant, 1932

Immortality allows people to shirk moral responsibility in this life – instead their focus is on the blissful afterlife, which defocuses everyday human existence. There’s a reason immortality is one letter away from immorality:

Belief in unseen, eternal, and divine realities ultimately distracts us from our own humanity. Transcendentalism dehumanizes us by feeding selfish craving. If we embrace a worldview that pivots on the idea that we will attain immortality, then we are going to be overly concerned with our soul’s protection and its future fate. We become more concerned with saving our own souls than valuing and attending to the needs of those around us. Simply put, belief in a soul and a heaven of blissful happiness actually makes you less ethical in this life.
Stephen T. Asma (1966-), “Against Transcendentalism: Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life and Buddhism”, Monty Python and Philosophy: Nudge Nudge, Think Think!, edited by Gary L. Hardcastle, George A. Reisch, 2006

Immortality is for chumps – often the same chumps that make us thankful for mortality. Wishing to live longer is one thing, but wishing to live forever is a selfish dream that, if realized, would eventually become a living nightmare. Every utopia becomes a dystopia, every paradise a prison, every pleasure a bore, and every heaven a hell. And when fantasy finally meets reality, everyone needs an off switch.

Not only is there no guarantee of the temporal immortality of the human soul, that is to say of its eternal survival after death; but, in any case, this assumption completely fails to accomplish the purpose for which it has always been intended. Or is some riddle solved by my surviving forever? Is not this eternal life itself as much a riddle as our present life? The solution of the riddle of life in space and time lies outside space and time.
Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889-1951), 6.4312, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, 1922

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Life, the Universe, and Nothing

What is man in the midst of nature? A nothing in comparison with the infinite, an all in comparison with nothingness: a mean between nothing and all. Infinitely far from comprehending the extremes, the end of things and their principle are for him inevitably concealed in an impenetrable secret; equally incapable of seeing the nothingness whence he is derived, and the infinity in which he is swallowed up.
Blaise Pascal (1623-1662), Pensées, first published posthumously in 1669, translated by O.W. Wright

The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.
André Malraux (1901-1976), Man’s Fate, 1933

If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it; let us fight against destiny, even though without hope of victory; let us fight against it quixotically.
Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936), XI, “The Practical Problem”, The Tragic Sense of Life, 1913, translated by J.E. Crawford Flitch

We arose from nothing, in a universe composed almost entirely of nothing. From atoms to galaxies, from viruses to our own bodies, matter is composed of mere wisps of particles suspended in vast oceans of nothingness, given form by invisible forces to create the illusion of tangible reality. We are the miracle children of matter and energy, forces and fields, physics and chemistry, probability and time. We are islands of order in a boundless sea of chaos. We are accidental sentience.

We struggle to survive on a tiny speck in a limitless cosmos, which may be only one of countless multiverses, hosting civilizations that have sparked into being and then are snuffed out in endless cycles of glory and tragedy. These grand and epic stories of self-aware, intelligent, feeling, suffering, passionate individuals and their families, communities, and worlds are lost forever in time and space, as if they never existed at all.

We are all born from stardust, and we all return to stardust when we die. Our lives are infinitesimal glimmers of consciousness between two infinite voids of darkness, somewhere between never and forever.

And our ultimate and final destiny will be perfect, irreversible annihilation in the unhurried, unending, unbounded entropic death of our universe, where we will again become nothing.

Perhaps younger, habitable universes exist among multiverses, but they may be forever inaccessible to us, even with advanced science and technology. And long before we need to escape our universe, we’ll need to escape our home planet – civilization may be snuffed out by an asteroid or another lethal hazard in our galactic neighborhood, and in a few billion years the Earth will be slowly cooked by our dying sun. Mere decades or centuries from now, we may end up joining Earth’s billions of extinct species, be made obsolete by artificially intelligent machines, or transform into beings that will no longer be recognizable as human. Even if humanity has a chance of survival, those who survive may no longer resemble humanity. For whoever survives, nothingness awaits.

In the long view, life is a struggle to control and adapt to change, an endless quest to rationally deal with our fear of the unknown, and an uphill battle against the agents of entropy, intolerance, cruelty, and hate. Living a worthwhile life as a human being requires a stubborn will to transcend the absurdity of existence and the futility of living – conditions inherent in our mortality combined with our inevitable fate of nothingness in a lonely, harsh, and ultimately doomed universe.

Life can often be a weary journey, but life can also be rewarding and meaningful when it is filled with moments of love and compassion, pleasure and joy, humor and laughter, learning and discovery, awe and wonder, passionate pursuits, beneficial achievements, altruism, kindness, empathy, tolerance, generosity – all the things that make us human and humane. And without these things, human civilization will atrophy into nothingness long before the universe does.

Yet none of this makes our lives insignificant – it makes our lives precious. We are living a rare opportunity. Life is a privilege, meant to be lived to the full.

The meaning of life is to find meaning in each of our lives. Meaning and purpose are found within you and your relationships with others who journey through life with you. We are explorers of life, each of us encountering a minuscule portion of the four dimensions of our reality. But it’s our portion, and that makes it important, significant, and worthwhile.

Seek out meaning, live with passion, savor each day as a unique experience, good or bad, and play the best hand you can to meet challenges as they arise. Utilize your day – create, shape, and exploit it. Embrace life.

Focus on this life, not some wish-fulfilling escapist afterlife. Immortality is a fool’s fantasy. So don’t squander the gift of life. That would be the real tragedy.

See the unseen. Imagine the unimagined. Create the uncreated. Experience the unexperienced.

Be what hasn’t been. Live what hasn’t been lived. Love the unloved.

And above all, live as if this was your only chance at life.

Live it up!

Eternal nothingness is O.K. if you’re dressed for it.
Woody Allen (1935-), “My Philosophy”, Getting Even, 1971

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The Meaning of Life: Will Durant

Thought, by its very development, seems to have destroyed the value and significance of life. The growth and spread of knowledge, for which so many idealists and reformers prayed, has resulted in a disillusionment which has almost broken the spirit of our race.

Astronomers have told us that human affairs constitute but a moment in the trajectory of a star; geologists have told us that civilization is but a precarious interlude between ice ages; biologists have told us that all life is war, a struggle for existence among individuals, groups, nations, alliances, and species; historians have told us that “progress” is a delusion, whose glory ends in inevitable decay; psychologists have told us that the will and the self are the helpless instruments of heredity and environment, and that the once incorruptible soul is but a transient incandescence of the brain. The Industrial Revolution has destroyed the home, and the discovery of contraceptives is destroying the family, the old, morality, and perhaps (through the sterility of the intelligent) the race. Love is analyzed into a physical congestion, and marriage becomes a temporary physiological convenience slightly superior to promiscuity. Democracy has degenerated into such corruption as only Milo’s Rome knew; and our youthful dreams of a socialist Utopia disappear as we see, day after day, the inexhaustible acquisitiveness of men. Every invention strengthens the strong and weakens the weak; every new mechanism displaces men, and multiplies the horrors of war. God, who was once the consolation of our brief life, and our refuge in bereavement and suffering, has apparently vanished from the scene; no telescope, no microscope discovers him. Life has become, in that total perspective which is philosophy, a fitful pullulation of human insects on the earth, a planetary eczema that may soon be cured; nothing is certain in it except defeat and death – a sleep from which, it seems, there is no awakening.

We are driven to conclude that the greatest mistake in human history was the discovery of “truth”. It has not made us free, except from delusions that comforted us and restraints that preserved us. It has not made us happy, for truth is not beautiful, and did not deserve to be so passionately chased. As we look on it now we wonder why we hurried so to find it. For it has taken from us every reason for existence except the moment’s pleasure and tomorrow’s trivial hope.
Will Durant (1885-1981), “An Anthology of Doubt”, “I. The Problem”, On the Meaning of Life, 1932

Wow, apparently spending four decades writing a multi-volume history of civilization makes one quite the downer. Maybe it’s because historical tales are only interesting if they focus on violence, bloodshed, deceit, and war rather than on good works, compassion, and millions of little acts of kindness. Durant wrote to every celebrity he could think of and created On the Meaning of Life, a compilation of (one would assume) the pithiest responses. Only one celebrity was noted to complain that Durant was making money from his contributors’ writing. To be fair, Durant wrote about half the book himself.

It seems that no one can have a perfectly pleasant discussion about the meaning of life without dragging religion into it. So let’s get it over with…

The natural condition of humanity, and even of philosophers, is hope. Great religions arise and flourish out of the need men feel to believe in their worth and destiny; and great civilizations have normally rested upon these inspiriting religions. Where such a faith, after supporting men for centuries, begins to weaken, life narrows down from a spiritual drama to a biological episode; it sacrifices the dignity conferred by a destiny endless in time, and shrinks to a strange interlude between a ridiculous birth and an annihilating death. Reduced to a microscopic triviality by the perspective of science, the informed individual loses belief in himself and his race, and enterprises of great pith and moment, which once aroused his effort and admiration, awaken in him only skepticism and scorn. Faith and hope disappear; doubt and despair are the order of the day.

This is the essential diagnosis of our time. It is not merely great wars that have plunged us into pessimism, much less the economic depression of these recent years; we have to do here with something far deeper than a temporary diminution of our wealth, or even the death of millions of men; it is not our homes and our treasuries that are empty, it is our “hearts”. It seems impossible any longer to believe in the permanent greatness of man, or to give life a meaning that cannot be annulled by death. We move into an age of spiritual exhaustion and despondency like that which hungered for the birth of Christ.
Will Durant (1885-1981) , “An Anthology of Doubt”, “II. Religion”, On the Meaning of Life, 1932

Depression is not an argument for religion. Hope is not an argument against atheism. Atheism does not provide the meaning of life, but neither does religion. Perhaps a simple bit of jingoistic advice might suffice here: Get a life! But Mencken always states it with style:

The act of worship, as carried on by Christians, seems to me to be debasing rather than ennobling. It involves grovelling before a Being who, if He really exists, deserves to be denounced instead of respected. I see little evidence in this world of the so-called goodness of God. On the contrary, it seems to me that, on the strength of His daily acts, He must be set down a most cruel, stupid and villainous fellow. I can say this with a clear conscience, for He has treated me very well – in fact, with vast politeness. But I can’t help thinking of his barbaric torture of most of the rest of humanity. I simply can’t imagine revering the God of war and politics, theology and cancer.
H.L. Mencken (1880-1956), letter, On the Meaning of Life, Will Durant, 1932

I love that guy. I can’t wait to meet him in heaven! And speaking of heaven…

If you think about it, I mean really think about it, you’ll find that immortality isn’t all it’s cracked up to be:

I do not believe in immortality, and have no desire for it. The belief in it issues from the puerile egos of inferior men. In its Christian form it is little more than a device for getting revenge upon those who are having a better time on this earth. What the meaning of human life may be I don’t know: I incline to suspect that it has none. All I know about it is that, to me at least, it is very amusing while it lasts. Even its troubles, indeed, can be amusing. Moreover, they tend to foster the human qualities that I admire most – courage and its analogues. The noblest man, I think, is that one who fights God, and triumphs over Him. I have had little of this to do. When I die I shall be content to vanish into nothingness. No show, however good, could conceivably be good for ever.
H.L. Mencken (1880-1956), letter, On the Meaning of Life, Will Durant, 1932

There is something selfish in the desire for personal immortality, and a heaven crowded to suffocation with interminable egos would be an insufferable place.
Will Durant (1885-1981), “Letters to a Suicide”, On the Meaning of Life, 1932

What shall we know of our death? Either the soul is immortal and we shall not die, or it perishes with the flesh and we shall not know that we are dead. Live, then, as if you were eternal, and do not believe that your life has changed merely because it seems proved that the Earth is empty. You do not live in the Earth, you live in yourself.
André Maurois (1885-1967), essay, On the Meaning of Life, Will Durant, 1932

Speaking of mortality, quite a moving letter came from a lifer, proving once again that such a punishment can destroy hope, but also sometimes clarify the mind:

I, a man serving a life term behind prison walls, answer that that the meaning of life has for me depends upon, and is only limited by, my ability to recognize its great truths and to learn and profit by the lessons they teach me. In short, life is worth just what I am willing to strive to make it worth…

I do not know to what great end Destiny leads us, nor do I care very much. Long before that end, I shall have played my part, spoken my lines, and passed on. How I play that part is all that concerns me.

In the knowledge that I am an inalienable part of this great, wonderful, upward movement called life, and that nothing, neither pestilence, nor physical affliction, nor depression, nor prison, can take away from me my part, lies my conclusion, my inspiration, and my treasure.
Owen C. Middleton, convict 79206, Sing Sing Prison, letter, On the Meaning of Life, Will Durant, 1932

I wonder whatever happened to that guy?

Durant also lets some bad advice be proffered by someone who sometimes had more wit than sense:

Live your life so that whenever you lose, you are ahead.
Will Rogers (1879-1935), letter, On the Meaning of Life, Will Durant, 1932

Not the wisest advice ever. It’s a dull life without risk. You have to risk it all to gain it all. No risk, no reward. No gain, no pain. Just do it! Sorry, I’ve succumbed to jingoism once again… Actually, the wisest advice from Will Rogers was this:

Always drink upstream from the herd.
Will Rogers (1879-1935), “The Manly Wisdom of Will Rogers”, ‪The Friars Club Bible of Jokes, Pokes, Roasts, and Toasts, edited by Nina Colman, 2001

I like to think of that quote as another way of saying: Forget what everyone else is doing and be true to yourself. Or maybe it was meant to be literal, in which case it’s good advice for your physical health.

Durant really tripped himself up when he discussed the deteriorating morality of society – although it may not have been obvious to many of his contemporary readers:

The most depressing sight in our civilization is not poverty – for even the poverty of a Louisiana darky can have a certain dignity and content – but the apparent deterioration in the moral fiber of the race. It is hard to judge of these things, partly because one’s experience is so brief, partly because we judge the morals of today with the standards of yesterday.
Will Durant (1885-1981), On the Meaning of Life, 1932

This quote has a double impact to the modern reader: it is deeply ironic and it now disproves its own point. Far too many judge the morals of today with the religions of yesterday, where yesterday is hundreds of years ago. The above quote shows just how wrong this approach can be.

So did Durant figure out the meaning of life for himself after all this? You’ll have to decide that for yourself:

The meaning of life, then, must lie within itself; … it must be sought in life’s own instinctive cravings and natural fulfillments…

The simplest meaning of life, the, is joy – the exhilaration of experience itself, of physical well-being; sheer satisfaction of muscle and sense, of palate and ear and eye… Even if life had no meaning except for its moments of beauty (and we are not sure that it has more), that would be enough; this plodding through the rain, or fighting the wind, or tramping the snow under the sun, or watching the twilight turn into night, is reason a-plenty for loving life…

If … a thing has significance only through its relation as part to a larger whole, then, though we cannot give a metaphysical and universal meaning to all life in general, we can say of any life in particular that its meaning lies in its relation to something larger than itself. Hence the greater fulness of the married and parental, as compared with the celibate and sterile, life; a man feels significant in proportion as he contributes, physically or mentally, to the entity of which he acknowledges himself a part. We who are too superior to belong to groups, who are too wise to marry or too clever to have children, find life empty and vain, and wonder has it any meaning. But ask the father of sons and daughters “What is the meaning of life?” and he will answer you very simply: “Feeding your family.” …

As for myself … the meaning of life lies perhaps too narrowly in my family and my work… Where, in the last resort, does my treasure lie? – in everything. A man should have many irons in the fire; he should not let his happiness be bound up entirely with his children, or his fame, or his prosperity, or even his health; but he should be able to find nourishment for his content in any one of these, even if all the rest are taken away. My last resort, I think, would be Nature herself; shorn of all other gifts and goods, I should find, I hope, sufficient courage for existence in any mood of field and sky, or, shorn of sight, in some concourse of sweet sounds, or some poet’s memory of a day that smiled. All in all, experience is a marvelously rich panorama, from which any sense should be able to draw sustenance for living…

What immortality means to me now is that we are all parts of a whole, cells in the body of life; that the death of the part is the life of the whole; and that though as individuals we pass away, yet the whole is made forever different by what we have done and been.
Will Durant (1885-1981), “Letters to a Suicide”, On the Meaning of Life, 1932

 

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The Meaning of Life: Esquire

The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.
Muhammad Ali (1942-), Esquire The Meaning of Life: Wisdom, Humor, and Damn Good Advice from 64 Extraordinary Lives, edited by Ryan D’Agostino, 2009

Esquire’s The Meaning of Life contains excerpts from a series of celebrity interviews done by Esquire correspondents, as well as some letters from readers of the magazine. Despite the title, none of the quotes really address the meaning of life. Surprise, surprise. There are a few comments on how to live life, and a few on religion too. But these more pithy comments are few and far between, buried within the copious drivel filling this book.

First, some sound advice on how to live your life:

Children teach you that you can still be humbled by life, that you learn something new all the time. That’s the secret to life, really – never stop learning. It’s the secret to career. I’m still working because I learn something new all the time. It’s the secret to relationships. Never think you’ve got it all. 
Clint Eastwood (1930-)

A good education and a kind heart will get you through life in pretty good shape.
Alex Trebek (1940-)

Hey, if celebrities don’t know this stuff, who does? Of course, such advice takes on much more authority once the celebrity dies. As a rule of thumb, dead celebrities are wiser than live celebrities.

A few people address the subject of the afterlife:

Heaven is a place you can go and drink a lot of draft beer and it don’t make you fat. You can cheat on your wife and she don’t get mad. You get a beautiful female chauffeur with nice, hard tits – real ones. There are motorcycle jumps you never miss. You don’t need a tee time.
Evel Knievel (1938-2007)

I guess everyone has their own personal concept of heaven. In Knievel’s heaven “hard tits” are real tits. Talk about squaring the circle. Or perhaps he had a thing for mannequins. Or female robot chauffeurs. Maybe it’s best not to dig too deep here…

It’s unequivocally clear that life begins at birth and ends at death. And if most of the people on this planet understood that, they would lead their lives very differently. We always try to find religious or mysterious forces to fill in for our inadequacies, but heaven and hell are both here on earth every day, and we make our lives around them.
J. Craig Venter (1946-)

J. Craig Venter has sequenced the human genome, created a synthetic cell, and is now trying to create synthetic life. Sounds like he has a bit of a god complex. Despite his enthusiasm for creating artificial life, his advice on real life is sound.

I like who I am, and while I’ll make mistakes, if I don’t get into heaven because of what I believe, then that’s not the place I want to be.
Chris Head, Seattle, Washington, letter to Esquire

Even non-celebrities know something true and useful. Who knew?

Some have pointed comments on religion:

Religion is in many ways like a good pair of shoes. It gives support, a little bit of a lift in your days, and it separates us from the other animals. But personally, I prefer to go barefoot.
Gordon Hatherley, Lake Station, Indiana, letter to Esquire

There are many different religions in this world, but if you look at them carefully, you’ll see that they all have one thing in common: they were invented by a giant, superintelligent slug named Dennis.
Homer Simpson (1987-), fictional character created by Matt Groening (1954-)

Yeah, right. Superintelligent? You expect me to believe that? Dennis the giant slug makes sense though…

Whenever I hear somebody’s in touch with God, I look for the exit.
Arthur Miller (1915-2005)

And whenever I hear that God’s in touch with somebody, I look for the nearest straightjacket.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Religion is just another form of ideology:

The only thing that I am reasonably sure of is that anybody who’s got an ideology has stopped thinking.
Arthur Miller (1915-2005)

I’ll leave you with another quote from that great Canadian, Alex Trebek. Who would have thought that a game show host could be so wise, so deep, so intelligent, so freakishly calm and unflappable? And now for Final Jeopardy!

Don’t tell me what you believe in. I’ll observe how you behave, and I will make my own determination.
Alex Trebek (1940-)

What is sensible?

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