At the age of 63, Ian Martin takes a critical look at himself and his achievements. He is unimpressed. Next, he turns his gaze on his fellow human beings and feels no sense of pride at being a member of the species. As an atheist he can find no reason for his existence. So why doesn't he throw in the towel and commit suicide? He offers an honest idiot's reply to the question at the end of this essay.
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