Most People In The West

I Look Around The World And See So Many Wonderful Things That I Love And Enjoy And Benefit From, Whether It's Art Or Music Or Clothing Or Food And All The Rest. And I'd Like To Add A Little To That Goodness.

It's A No Win Situation. It's A Mug's Game. The Religions Have Contrived To Make It Impossible To Disagree With Them Critically Without Being Rude. They Play The Hurt Feelings Card At Every Opportunity.

It's This Expandable Capacity To Represent Reasons That We Have That Gives Us A Soul. But What's It Made Of? It's Made Of Neurons. It's Made Of Lots Of Tiny Robots. And We Can Actually Explain The Structure And Operation Of That Kind Of Soul, Whereas An Eternal, Immortal, Immaterial Soul Is Just A Metaphysical Rug Under Which You Sweep Your Embarrassment For Not Having Any Explanation.

The Only Meaning Of Life Worth Caring About Is One That Can Withstand Our Best Efforts To Examine It.

There Is A Time For Politeness And There Is A Time When You Are Obliged To Be Rude.