I suspect there's only one thing to know about that other world. You don't go to it when you're dead. That other world exists only when you're in this one.
Before we know the words for it, out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the compasses in the world, there's only one direction, and time its only measure.
The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays, is coming to a close. In its place, we are entering a period of consequences.
There is always that guilty knowledge of original sin in the back of all Americans' minds: the knowledge that we stole the land from the Native Americans and built it on the backs of African slaves.
My atheism, like that of Spinoza, is true piety towards the universe and denies only gods fashioned by men in their own image to be servants of their human interests.
The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than that a drunken man is happier than a sober one. The happiness of credulity is a cheap and dangerous quality.
Those who want the government to regulate matters of the mind and spirit are like men who are so afraid of being murdered that they commit suicide to avoid assassination.
For the great majority of mankind are satisfied with appearances, as though they were realities, and are often more influenced by the things that seem than by those that are.
Since sex is, after all, the most special form of human communication, and the technological society is built on expanding communication in much the way capitalism was built on the expansive properties of capital and money, the perspective is toward greater promiscuity.