Nobody believes in nothing. That’s not a bug, it’s the factory setting for being human.
Food, shelter, Wi-Fi? Great. Still not enough.
Without meaning we go full existential meltdown → suicidal ideation speedrun.
Life without meaning isn’t life; it’s a loading screen that never finishes.
We come pre-installed with:
desperate hunger for meaning
surprisingly good hardware for detecting it
Babies don’t arrive asking “what’s the point?”
They arrive reverse-engineering the point from every scream, smile, bottle, and ceiling fan.
By age five we already have a rough draft worldview.
By thirty we’ve either patched it or doubled down on the bugs.
Wherever two or three humans are gathered, there’s gonna be:
strong opinions
what you must do
what you must never do
yelling matches about who’s right
Zero humans walk around with “eh, life has no meaning and I’m chill about it.”
Even the ones who say that are usually lying to themselves while hugging a philosophy pillow.
So the real question isn’t “What should I believe?”
It’s “Why this story and not that one?”
If you’re dead-set on staying Team Reductionism, cool.
Just know you’re choosing to look at reality through a keyhole and then announcing the whole universe is keyhole-shaped.
Bold marketing move.
You’ll still crave meaning (because humans), so you’ll quietly smuggle it in through back doors:
Greta Thunberg TED Talk energy
“the universe is random but my carbon footprint matters”
“aliens built the pyramids but God is cringe”
homeopathy, crypto, 4 a.m. manifestation TikToks
Chesterton called it 120 years ago:
“When people stop believing in God, they don’t believe in nothing — they believe in everything.”
Atheists who are chill and quiet about it exist.
We just never hear from them because they’re busy knitting scarves instead of rage-posting for 12 years straight.
The loud ones?
They run Reddit subs, Discord servers, YouTube channels, Twitter ratio wars, emergency hotlines of cope — all to scream “THERE IS NO MEANING!!!” at the top of their lungs.
That’s not peace. That’s exhausting yourself so the meaning can’t sneak back in.
Meanwhile the Torah just sits there like:
“I literally predicted Monday morning headlines 3,000 years ago.
You still mad about a talking snake?
Okay sweetie, take your time.”
Bottom line:
Reductionism isn’t a discovery.
It’s a vibe you picked.
A very confident, very arrogant, very selective vibe.
You can keep peeking through the keyhole if you want.
Or you can open the damn door and see the whole house — threats, mission, eternity, the works.
Your soul already knows the floor plan.
It’s been trying to tell you since you were six.
So… still wanna argue about Mesopotamian pottery shards,
or are we finally ready to stop LARPing as beings who don’t need meaning?
Ball’s in your court, fam. 馃槉
