I cannot choose to ignore this feeling, of life slowly bleeding out of me. I cannot ignore the fact that life only makes sense to me when I see a smile, or feel another hand in mine.

Which came first, the mind or the idea of the mind? Have you never wondered? They arrived together. The mind is an idea.

I cant see any great evidence that humans have any ability to access anything other than the material world. Beyond that, who knows, but theres no good evidence that would take me to any particular belief.

Our world is limited by the machinery we carry. Its very different to the 18th and 19th century Enlightenment scientists who were mostly men of God and thought it was their quest to uncover Gods great plan.

Consciousness is the feel of accessing memory.

I write with teenagers in mind.

Are you saying a society wracked by plague is preferable to one wracked by indifference?