One of the great ironies of the modern age is that, in spite of our grand technological achievements, we’ve yet to answer with scientific certainty the most basic questions of our existence: Who are we? Where do we come from? Where do we go when we die?

Where do all the things you believed go, when all the supporting structure is found to be a myth? How do you know how or on what to take a moral stand, how do you behave when it turns out there are no cosmic rules, no categorical imperatives?