Sooner or later we probably have to deal with the possibility that there isn’t life after death; that there aren’t things that are absolutely good, or absolutely bad; or that we humans will never actually know our purpose of existence, assuming that we actually have a purpose.
Sooner or later we’ll have to deal with the very likely possibility that we just happened to exist on a cold, lonely star in the middle of an unknown universe.
So what? Does that make our current existence any less valuable, or any less meaningful?
(photo pilfered from andrewlza.blogdrive.com)