This is kind of a follow-up to a previous post in which I ranted about Meaning, and how looking for it is a waste of time. Rereading it, it comes across as slightly nihilistic, which doesn't represent my feelings about the matter at all. Or maybe it does, and I'm twisting "nihilistic" to my own purposes.
Anyway, here are two essays that seemed pertinent. The first is a lovely NYT piece on why science is actually wonderful and meaningful and fulfilling. The second is my favorite essay from Daylight Atheism on how the Enlightenment and all that rationalism stands for is responsible for most of the progress we've made as a species since then. There is incredible grandeur in this view of life. It's the view that has always seemed most natural to me, and the one, barring anything truly catastrophic, that I hope to stick to.
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