What can be said about believing in nothing? It is not so much believing in nothing at all, as it is believing in the absence of any cosmic order or underlying meaning. To fully accept that there is no larger system, no divinity, no galactic safety net, is perhaps the most difficult thing of all.
Man has set out to know everything, and not just to know everything, but to understand why everything, because to understand why is to construct a sense of order from nothing. Determinations and classification become the only way in which we, as a species, can hope to find evidence towards some universal thread of truth, some nourishing example from which to draw the "Big Picture". We have presumed, from quite early on that there has to be some reason that we are here; some reason that we are careening in the vast vacuum of space. Perhaps all for not.
To believe in discord, or the indeterministic cosmic throwing of dice, is no easy feat simply because it is unpalatable to the intellect. Accepting a world, let alone an entire universe, of chaos is to disavow nearly everything that makes us human. Or so we thought. Without meaning beyond mere existence there is no common tie between strangers, except the larger, subconscious and singular goal to reign supreme above all order of beast, big or small. Yet, to even consider such a thing, causes serious trepidation, and an overwhelming sense of moral panic. It is this sense of dread that we have sought to mitigate in idiom, and through religion, in philosophy, and art; but we can't ever succeed.
Change is the only thing certain in this world. Humanity can continue to try and construct some meaning from the creatures and events that abound, but what can we ever really know? How can we ever get beyond random chance? How will we ever find more than nothing? How can we expect to escape the fate of all those before us who fell unto time?
We can't.
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