Christians say: My life would have no meaning without Christ.
When I ask them why this is so the answer always boils down to this: life has no meaning if it is not followed by an afterlife. In other words, a life that ends is meaningless. But . . .
- Is intercourse that ends in orgasm meaningless?
- Is a novel you finish reading meaningless?
- Is a milk shake you suck dry meaningless?
If so, then why do you fuck, read novels, drink milk shakes, or do anything else that has a beginning and an end?
I’ve had so many conversations with Christians in which mortality is said to rob life of meaning. It seems to be a characteristic pathology of the religious mind. But this conception of meaning is clearly wrong, as evidenced by the indisputable fact that people who expect no afterlife go on living and smiling.
The meaning of life is simple. Life is given meaning by anything you experience that makes suicide an inferior option.
