The media loves to enlighten us each year with strategically-timed pronouncements that some brainy scientist has discovered yet another Earth-like planet suitable for life in a galaxy far, far away. Ho-hum, yawn, and pardon me if I don’t click my heels.
If all that exists is matter--atoms and molecules--what room for love? If everyone eventually turns to dust and bones, no more consciousness, just nothingness, then right and wrong are only figments of our imagination. And if this is so, all our actions are ultimately devoid of any real purpose.