The grand conclusion of reductionism, as it peels back layers and layers of meaning, is that we are a nothing in denial. On the surface we live in a world of people, things, motives, reasons, and culture; beneath that we live in a world of brute instincts disguised as such; beneath that we live in a world of purposeless, irrational molecules reacting like so much sodium dropped into the ocean; beneath that there is a world of atoms, then quarks, and then, possibly, even more fundamental realities. But with reductionism, every deeper layer of fundamental reality is denied in favor of a fundamental unreality — a true nature that negates the supposed nature, e.g., unfeeling atoms that negate or cast doubt on the experiences of conscious beings. When we gaze into the abyss, so to speak, we find less and less the deeper we look. Life is a machine-like self-replication of particles that know not what they do; why, then, do we as their child claim knowledge and reason when they themselves operate in quiet, mindless ignorance? Why do we feel when all of our constituent parts feel nothing? But the knowledge of our non-existence is self-contradictory and impractical, bordering on meaningless; why believe in it? It is impossible to believe, yet impossible to ignore.

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