Sac-religion

Many today would have us believe that human beings are nothing more than sacs of chemicals. But if this is indeed the case, the question remains: Why must a sac of chemicals tell itself that it is nothing more than a sac of chemicals? Why must it offer itself this affirmation in order to be at home or at ease with itself. Need a weed tell itself that it is nothing but a weed in order to be at home with its weed-ness? Need a dog tell itself it is nothing but a dog? Such a conviction can only suggest one thing: that the will to transcendence, native to every sentient human (to one degree or another), has turned in on itself, as it were, and can only assuage its apparent sense of defeat by finding itself to be nothing more than an anomaly peculiar to a certain type of entity.

In other words, neurochemistry is the last refuge of a scientistic scoundrel.