I just suffered through reading another Christian nut case gloating over us poor atheists leading such meaningless lives. Infuriated with his illogic and nonsense, I responded thusly:
You do not get it!
Not only is my existence not meaningless, it is wonder-filled every day.
I know that I am made of stardust – much more noble and exciting to my mind than your mundane mud myth – and I marvel in the fact that of all the multiple millions of life forms on earth, mine is the only one that can appreciate that fact.
I know that this is my only go-round, so I am highly motivated to make as big a difference as possible in the lives of the people I care about, and to leave the world a better place for them. Motivation you cannot possibly appreciate given your focus on the “next” world. Good luck with that one.
And I deeply, completely appreciate just how lucky I am to be here, given the fact that the possible number of people who potentially could be born are more numerous than the grains of sand in the Sahara, and I am a winner in that lottery.
I am constantly in awe of deep space, distant time, and the fact that I am really related to every creature and plant that has ever existed on earth.
I have great wines, good food, children, grandchildren, marvelous companionship, and the total affection of two rescued greyhounds. I look forward to each day, each chance to share my thoughts with others, and every instance when my love and friend Pat smiles at me and tells me she loves me.
An empty, meaningless life? Pardon my French, but you are full of shit.
I do not have to fear that at any moment I might say, think or do something that might commit me to eternal damnation. Nor do I do live in subjugation to the most narcissistic, mean-spirited, hateful, and murderous character in all of fiction.
You feel sorry for me? Put a sock in it sucker!