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Each Of Our Lives Is A Part Of The Lengthy Process Of The Universe Gradually Waking Up And Becoming Aware Of Itself.

If We Tried To Rely Entirely On Reason, And Pressed It Hard, Our Lives And Beliefs Would Collapse - A Form Of Madness That May Actually Occur If The Inertial Force Of Taking The World And Life For Granted Is Somehow Lost. If We Lose Our Grip On That, Reason Will Not Give It Back To Us.

The Universe Has Become Not Only Conscious And Aware Of Itself But Capable In Some Respects Of Choosing Its Path Into The Future--though All Three, The Consciousness, The Knowledge, And The Choice, Are Dispersed Over A Vast Crowd Of Beings, Acting Both Individually And Collectively.

It Is Prima Facie Highly Implausible That Life As We Know It Is The Result Of A Sequence Of Physical Accidents Together With The Mechanism Of Natural Selection.

I Should Not Really Object To Dying Were It Not Followed By Death.