I think of other atheists like the poet Phillip Larkin who sort take the horror of the abyss and walk away with this conclusion (spoiler alert, not do whatever you want):
“Replying to email feels like the Prometheus and Sisyphus have come to live in my heart.” Ha! So much yes. Makes me want to chuck all the devices into the pond. But I won’t and instead I’ll go to church and have my soul refreshed. Happy Sunday!
I think of other atheists like the poet Phillip Larkin who sort take the horror of the abyss and walk away with this conclusion (spoiler alert, not do whatever you want):
The Mower
BY PHILIP LARKIN
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:
Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.
“Replying to email feels like the Prometheus and Sisyphus have come to live in my heart.” Ha! So much yes. Makes me want to chuck all the devices into the pond. But I won’t and instead I’ll go to church and have my soul refreshed. Happy Sunday!