Which is more important? Happiness or truth? Ever since Socrates dragged that hypothetical cave-dweller out into the light of day, away from the comforting but ultimately false shadow-play, the relative priority of truth versus happiness has been a central question of Western thought. Amidst the relentless advance of technology and mind-straining leaps in scientific knowledge seen today, the answer to this ancient riddle is now beconing clear: happiness is more important than truth.
All Downhill After Darwin
Humanity's disillusionment with science began when Darwin's theory of evolution dethroned humankind from its privileged position as God's chosen species, and instead revealed the mind, spirit and soul as accidents of natural selection, like penguin flippers or the scarlet buttock-pads of a mandrill. Prior to Darwin, scientific discoveries were hailed with delight as glorious revelations of the wonder of God's creation. The workings of reason were viewed by lofty intellects as justly superior to the ephemeral thrills of emotion. Isaac Newton was immortalized by Alexander Pope in the lines: "and god said/let Newton be/and there was light". After Darwin, scientists were scrutinized with distrust: what gloomy new facts will these people uncover next?
We Are Alone. There Is Nothing Else
And so on into the present. Neurophysiology reduces love, joy, and sorrow to a game of molecules and receptors, molecular genetics unmasks human identity as a code of nucleic acids. Physicists seeking the origin of the time have discovered only the ultimate futility of all human endeavor: eventually, give or take a billion years, entropy will engulf all the cosmos. All energy gradients will exhaust themselves, and there will be nothing left in the universe but dust and rocks suspended in an endless vacuum. Forever.
Facts Are Stupid Things
The time has come for humanity to take one final look at the empty gains of empirical investigation and utter a collective "fuck that shit". Anyone finding comfort in the morbid litany of dehumanizing revelations brought forth by today's scientific endeavors would have to be psychotic. No more digging, probing, atom-splitting, mixing chemicals, torturing mice, or peering at stars for any purpose other than entertainment: if we as sane human beings are to experience fullfilling, purposeful existences containing any meaning whatsoever, we must reconcile ourselves to living a total lie.