(05-07-2011 03:57 PM)RoyGBiv Wrote:
(05-07-2011 03:23 PM)azmouse Wrote: I've always wondered at the fascination some people have about the end of the world. Why are they so eager for it to happen?
I'm enjoying myself way too much to want it to end.
In my kinder moments, I look at this stuff for what it almost certainly is -- a sense of powerlessness in a chaotic universe manifesting in a philosophy that asserts ultimate order and control. Many people are incapable of dealing with "not knowing" and are drawn toward ideas that claim to have answers. The answers don't even really have to make sense. For some, it's better that they don't because what makes sense is often not all that comforting, e.g. at some point in the life of the universe, the Earth will cease to exist, and every momento of our existence on this planet will be turned to cosmic dust.
In my lest kind moments, I just think these fuckers are crazy.
"Life is a terminal disease. Every second that passes is one second closer to your ultimate death."
"You may or may not have a soul, but you won't know 'till your dead. Assuming you have a soul, do you really think anybody will care what your religious views (which mostly center around the fear of death) when you get to heaven? (assuming the "hang out" even has a name.) If we all die at once in a worldwide calamity, is it safe to assume that all x billion souls think they're the "special" one?"
"Oh, and unless your body is cremated, it will be consumed by bacteria. Well, unless you're eaten my sharks or another carnivorous creature."