We are like an amnesia victim waking up in the midst of activity. We can think critically, learn, debate, and act, but there are so many unanswered questions. Who am I? Why am I here? What should I do? We know a lot about how things are, but we do not know why they are.
What will happen to us when we die? No one can answer this question or questions like it, not even the religious. The religious describe heaven in all its glory, but when asked in detail about such a place, the response is that it is beyond our understanding.
But you religious, you faithful, you have the same doubts as I do. You ask me how I can have no faith. You ask me how I can enjoy this life without knowing its meaning, without knowing all will be set right in the end. I ask you the same question.
In the back of your minds — in the thoughts that you try to hide even from your dreams — doubt resides. You ask yourselves what if there is no God? What if I haven’t done enough for God? You speak of faith, but the word doubt is still in your vocabulary.
In your deepest moments of introspection, some of you begin to fear the eternal. You fear the idea of the never ending. You long for rest but the infinite demands more from your tired limbs. In those moments my religious friends — my faithful friends who claim to not even fear death — you wonder where we go when we die.
You are not satisfied with this world, but instead long for another one. You want more from your existence. And it is when you feel most insignificant and dissatisfied that you might ask the question that usually only comes from the mind of a nihilist.
What if I discover the meaning of life, and it still isn’t enough?