The answer to existence is to abandon all hope?
While I do think the author is a brilliant writer and probably explains painfully complex ideas better than anyone I have ever come across... this book left me feeling extremely depressed. How can a soul that is biologically hardwired to a meatsuit that is sustained by thoughts, emotions, decisions, and a body made to birth other emotion and thought driven mini meatsuits ever completely abandon all attachment to everything they seemingly have ever known, the children they birthed and all emotion, desire or need for answers, any hope for improvement in their lives, purpose or enjoyment and just surrender to what is (especially if they are struggling) and do nothing and take comfort in knowing nothing they do matters bc nothing will ever make them happy so why bother... and somehow this transforms you into a thoughtless, emotionless void and that's the ultimate endgame. How is that not just slapping Ghirardelli chocolate on atheism?