Norm's Wager

Life trapped in the vast loneliness of a planet of fools in a barren universe is meaningless. Were this our terrible fate it could not be accepted. Every action would be in vain, soon undone by entropy, with no possible purpose or destination that could be reached. Every thought would be inconsequential as there would be no application and would be similarly even if the benefit or utility of superior creative intelligence could be recognized for a moment.

In desperate hope to save us from realization of this abyss, we must postulate salvation through faith premised upon some other world reached by death, followed by episodic seduction so the choice of this view becomes inevitable as a reality, not mere belief.

No, we could not be alone in an empty universe trapped with chaotic fools creating a literal hell out of inherent stupidity preventing humanity from ascending through a gradual aggregation and sustenance of demonstrated potential.

Others will have their own bouts of desperation, but we must convince ourselves that this prospect of faith is correct and heartily live by it before we perish by yielding to captivating demons and cut our cocks off out of madness and compelled conviction in the deranged messages of progressive signaling.