It’s a mark of our animal nature that we’re physically persistent in the face of meaninglessness.
I get up, work, eat, shit, wash myself, socialize, and take care of business despite abundant evidence that there’s no point in any of this. The executive brain says: “This makes no sense; why do we continue?” The soul says “I’m empty; this has no future”. But the colon and the leg muscles and the jaw keep clanking along obstinately, dragging the rest of me around.
I’m Galvani’s frog leg jerking to the current. And, maybe, so are you.
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Sometimes, ignorance is bliss, no?
That’s what I imagine anyway…
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I thought religion guaranteed you meaning? Isn’t this a problem for secular humanists?! I WANT MY MONEY BACK!
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Do you ever find yourself craving brains?
I do.
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Full Metal Barney.
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Forget it, Jake, it’s Barneytown.
It was, indeed, a weekend at Barney’s.
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