The Clock is Ticking, Dudes...

Once in a great while, some atheist takes it upon himself to point out how stupid and ignorant I am, either in person or blogospherically.

I'm always a little amused in a sad sort of way. I don't particularly want them to wind up where they're headed, you know. But I'm still a little amused, somewhat bemused, really.

Because the clock is ticking.

When I tried selling life insurance back around '95, one of the things I was taught is that one out of three people does not make it to retirement age. If you make it to sixty-five in this country, the odds are excellent that you will live to about eighty-five or so. That's why the average is about 73-74. The oldest man in the world--the titleholder changes every few months, you know--is usually around 115 years or so old at time of death, so that seems, at this point, to be the outside limit to man's earthly life.

So, 115 years of earthly existence, max, and quite probably much of that in a state that you may not particularly care for. I deal with the elderly quite a lot, you know. It's true that if you have good genetics, take care of yourself, and are quite lucky, you may not wind up in a wheelchair with COPD and/or diabetes, stewing away in your own juices courtesy of an unchanged Depends undergarment, but then again, that just might be how you spend the last ten years of your life. Rather a lot of people do.

And, for the atheist, what, after that? Nothing. No consciousness, no nothing. No seeing what has happened to your descendants. No caring about anything. No existence. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Zip. Nada. In an atheistic universe, the dead cannot care. Therefore, any caring they may do must be done in this life, the only life they have.

And why might they care? About anything? To whom do their lives matter? And for how long? Does the cold, atheistic universe into which they arrived by complete accident care? Does that same universe have a purpose for them? The very thought provokes laughter. Even if someone misses them once they're gone, that will matter for less than a hundred years, too, probably less than fifty, since those people will die and not care about anything, either. And eventually, their country will pass away, then the planet, then everything, and none of it will have mattered, none of it at all. Their morality, such as it is, will have served no purpose other than to perpetuate the species before the planet is scorched when the sun turns red, and that, for no reason at all, it simply being what happened by sheer accident.

Atheists have a limited, very limited window of opportunity, a very short time in which to enjoy the accidentally-animated sack of protoplasm they walk around in, and absolutely no reason whatever not to do whatever they please, as long as they can get away with it.

And what do they choose to do with that limited period of time? An astonishing number seem to have arrived at the absurd conclusion that the best, most enjoyable (apparently) use of their limited time is to try convincing theists that they're wrong. That's right: their mission in life seems to have become convincing people about whom they will shortly cease to care, people who will, in turn, shortly cease to care about anything themselves, that there is no God.

Good luck with that one, atheists. Last time I checked, though they disagreed on much about God, you have a couple of billion people, at least, to convince of His non-existence. And for what? So that they will have--you think--better lives in the short period of time remaining to them on this miserable mudball? In the most literal sense possible, why care? It will matter to any particular individual for a maximum of 115 years, and then--poof.

In the meantime, the clock is ticking. I hope you enjoy your time. Because, as far as you know, pretty soon it's poof! for you, too.