Life Itself Is Just A Thin Coat

In 50 Years - Or 20 Years, Or 200 Years - Our Current Epistemic Horizon (the Big Bang, Roughly) May Look As Parochial As The Horizon Newton Had To Settle For In His Day, But No Doubt There Will Still Be Good Questions Whose Answers Elude Us.

It's This Expandable Capacity To Represent Reasons That We Have That Gives Us A Soul. But What's It Made Of? It's Made Of Neurons. It's Made Of Lots Of Tiny Robots. And We Can Actually Explain The Structure And Operation Of That Kind Of Soul, Whereas An Eternal, Immortal, Immaterial Soul Is Just A Metaphysical Rug Under Which You Sweep Your Embarrassment For Not Having Any Explanation.

The Best Thing About Saying Thank Goodness In Place Of Thank God This That Here Really Are Lots Of Ways Of Repaying Your Debt Of Goodness - By Setting To Create More Of It, For The Benefit Of Those To Come.

I Think Religion For Many People Is Some Sort Of Moral Viagra.

There Is No Reality Of Consciousness Independent Of The Effects Of Various Vehicles Of Content On Subsequent Action (and Hence, Of Course, On Memory).