Excersus CXLIV: The Phantoms in the Deep.
It is something of a befuddlement for me how it is that people claim to lack for mystery, romance, or inspiration
in a world without gods. Just watch a polymer stitch itself together from bits and scraps under the influence of a
single misplaced electron, or the dance of a well-turned proof that establishes truths about objects in infinite dimensional space...
there is a magic there that isn't replicable in any of the handled until bereft of meaning stock phrases of
homicidal deity appeasement that have passed for religious insight for the better part of two thousand years. How many
times can you honestly hear, "He's big, and he loves you, unless you don't believe in him, in which case he'll torture
you forever," until numbness unto spiritual paralysis sets in? Whereas, if I were to start today and devote every moment
that I have to the study of mathematics until the moment that I die, I will only know the barest of single digits of
what is known - I'll yearn for more years just to keep the adventure of it going, to see what new unknowns lie
in wait at the arrival of each morning. To positively yearn for life, to love what it offers you so much that nothing
can compensate for the loss of it - perhaps religion approximated that once, perhaps. But it gave that over for the more
profitable business of consolation and Door Number Two speculation. And for a while, that was new and exciting, but only for a while.
- Count Dolby von Luckner
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