Sorry that I’m enamored with the physical world and natural sciences. I think it’s cool, actually, that everything I am is a complex series of chemicals and electrical signals. There is no ghost in this machine, I AM the machine. Life is by definition a pattern that, once formed, resiste being broken. Is it not rational to think, then, that it would go on to become such amazing things in effort to continue? I’m flesh and meat and bone and enzymes and cartillage and cells and nuclei and there is nothing divine or holy or mystical about me.
"Isn't there something holy about-" not to me no, sorry, not about that personally.






