Editing 2012-02-16 (section)

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:Mom,dad.
:One day, humanity will conquer disease, and after that we'll conquer aging and after that, well slough off our mortal coils
:No longer tied to location, we'll spread out through the cosmos at near light speed.
:We ll continue experimenting and theorizing until we've determined the exact limits of knowledge.
:At which point nothing will remain to explore. Discovery will end. Love will be dispassionate. Hopewillbe meaningless. Art will have no purpose. Religion will have no transcendence.
:Having conquered our deaths, but not the universe's, we will enter a collective hyper-ennu) and begin the slow somnolent march toward oblivion.
:The only scintilla of meaning in the last waltz of torpor will be the stillborn wish to have lived and died back when we were made of warm flesh and the gentle lap of sunlight in the summer dusk was enough for happiness
:So. In the grand scheme of things-
:Bobby, for the thousandth time, it doesn't matter how bleak your eschatology gets, we can't afford anew bike
:Right now.
:So how'd it go?
:What's 's the point of nihilism if you can't use it to buy stuff?