The Only Meaning Of Life

A Scholar Is Just A Library's Way Of Making Another Library.

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.

I Listen To All These Complaints About Rudeness And Intemperateness, And The Opinion That I Come To Is That There Is No Polite Way Of Asking Somebody: Have You Considered The Possibility That Your Entire Life Has Been Devoted To A Delusion? But That’s A Good Question To Ask. Of Course We Should Ask That Question And Of Course It’s Going To Offend People. Tough.

Human Consciousness Is Just About The Last Surviving Mystery.

Words Are Memes That Can Be Pronounced.