Comments on: Tract #18: Isn’t Atheism Depressing? http://www.iamanatheist.com/blog Discussions of religion and ethics from an atheist perspective Thu, 23 May 2013 10:44:51 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.5.1 By: Anonymous http://www.iamanatheist.com/blog/tracts/tract-18-isn%e2%80%99t-atheism-depressing/comment-page-1/#comment-8766 Anonymous Fri, 15 Mar 2013 21:36:30 +0000 http://www.iamanatheist.com/blog/?page_id=1185#comment-8766 Until the energy death of the universe hits you, Anon. I’d say live in the moment, and not worry too much about it. Dance. Play. See what comes next.

Also get a cryonics contract and set up a monthly donation to SENS. But mostly the other stuff — because a few thousand, or million, or whatever years of dysthymia due to inactivity and endless metaphysical speculation is nothing compared to a few decades of lighthearted and peaceful fun.

]]> By: Anonymous http://www.iamanatheist.com/blog/tracts/tract-18-isn%e2%80%99t-atheism-depressing/comment-page-1/#comment-6576 Anonymous Fri, 05 Oct 2012 05:38:39 +0000 http://www.iamanatheist.com/blog/?page_id=1185#comment-6576 Now what fool told you that atheism didn’t have a chance of eternal bliss? The chance we have is in this life. Death will not reign eternal. The failing of our biological bodies is an engineering problem, to be conquered in time just like any other. Life expectancy increases, and as we learn more it will increase faster. Once it increases faster than we age, we’ve reached the tipping point where nobody ever need die.
It will require a lot of hard work to get to that point, but that is our burden and our duty and our honor — we are born into the early universe, when sentient matter has not yet come into its full power. Death is one of the things you have to live with if you are one of the unlucky few to be born into the young universe, before sentience takes command of its own form. It gives your life ultimate meaning, you who are one of the lucky few to be born into the young universe, when there is still so much darkness to be fought.
We are yet the faintest ember, but our universe is dry kindling soaked in fuel. And as we travel the galaxies in the blind and unfathomable eons to come, reigniting the oldest fading stars in our wakes, death will not still be our constant companion. Our children’s children’s children will ask us where we came from, and it will not be until they are older and can bear the sorrow, that we will burden them with the knowledge that there was once a place called Ancient Earth where people fought and got sick and died, and we will be ashamed to admit that we were ever so impotent that we couldn’t even save ourselves.

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