How long will it take for the US to collapse?

When will they realize that all our snazzy medical advancements (particularly for genetic illnesses) are weakening the species? Will they go ahead with it anyway? Or do people have the sense of responsibility necessary to remove themselves from the gene pool for the good of humanity? How big of a riot will this cause?

What exactly caused the Big Bang?

What will happen in this dimension after the universe has dissolved?

How long will organized religion exist?

J.J. I can answer your question.
What do you get when you multiply six by nince?
42

Feeling a bit confused, I first looked up the word “nince,” which I could only find in the Urban Dictionary. It’s a slang term meaning a combination of a ninny and a dunce, in other words a stupid, silly person. What 42 has to do with half a dozen dummies I can’t fathom.

Then I thought well, maybe it’s a typo and it was supposed to be “nine,” but six multiplied by nine is 54. I’m really confident of that, because I double checked it with a calculator. So then I thought maybe “nince” means “seven” somewhere in the world, because double checking again I verified my suspicions that six multiplied by seven is 42, but I couldn’t find any reference to “nince” meaning seven to anyone anywhere.

So now this is the question that will keep me up at night:

What did Gabriel mean?

What do you get when you multiply six by nince?

42

-How closely can we approximate justice?
-What is the full range of “crazy”–how differently do our individual brains operate in comparison with each others, and how fine is the line between insanity and genius? Related to this, how much artistic inspiration needs to come from a place of pain or altered states?
-What is a “good person?” How can I measure myself most accurately?
-Knowing more now about how easy it is for people to change in dramatic, unanticipated ways, what other changes in my life and actions in the future might appall me were I to know about them now? Will changes be strong enough to come between me and my loved ones?
-How can it be that I’ll never be reunited with my deceased relatives?
-How can I best use my limited time and energy and talent; how can I not waste my life?

I prefer to have the open ended questions about life. Why am I here? Because my parents had sex at a specific time of the month causing me to become conceived and I lucked out and survived the pre-natal developmental and birthing processes.

What is the meaning of my life? Whatever meaning I want to give it. To me, that is a beautiful answer. I’m not trapped in some narrow reason for being here like people who believe in Christianity, Islam, or maybe even Judaism (not sure, need to study that religion more closely) are.

When I was Mormon, I felt stifled. Their whole thing is that we are here to get bodies. If one survives past the age of 8, then you’re reason for being here is to obey & serve the church, get married and have children. Anything beyond that is incidental. I guess that provides comfort for some people, but for me it was depressing.

Religion provides false comfort in several ways. To me, the most obvious is in regards to death. Most people who believe in a god also believe in some sort of after life. It’s much more comforting to believe a dead loved one is still alive in another form & you may see them again someday than to believe that they have simply ceased to exist.

Another way religion provides false comfort is in regards to a sense of justice. By that I mean that most religious people I know believe that even though injustices (whether real or simply perceived)go unaddressed here on earth, their god will even everything out in the end. They might be poor and suffer a lot here on the earth, but they will have a great and wonderful reward in the after life with god.

I know this is getting long, but I want to list 2 downsides I’ve seen to these false comforts (besides the obvious that they likely just aren’t true). 1st, I’ve been to funerals for children under the age of 8 (most of them Mormon so my view may be a bit tainted here) where the family is chastised for mourning the loss of their child. They were told that they should be celebrating because their child had been so righteous in the pre-existence that they didn’t need to be tested here on earth, they just needed a body. The child had an automatic ticket into the highest level of heaven and that was a cause for celebration. Then the funerals turned into preaching sessions about how wonderful the Mormon church is and how the family needed to stay faithful to the church in order to be with their dead family member again. Those funerals made me so sick to my stomach, I won’t attend a Mormon funeral again.

Too many times I see people just drudging through life and instead of trying to make the most of their life here on earth and finding joy for themselves, they are just biding their time until they can die and “go be with god.” I see people who aren’t too concerned about the injustices going on in the world because they think their god will right or even everything out in the next life.

It would be “cool” if there was some sort of after life as long as I was free to do my own thing. I’d love to be some ethereal presence floating around the universe observing things.