Stephen Hawking has announced that “the afterlife,” that mythical spirit-world so beloved of godbags, is a “fairy story for people who are afraid of the dark.” At last, a certified smart dude validates my lunatic determination to base my afterlife views on the overwhelming non-evidence for the existence of an omnipotent cosmic concierge with a fetish for human blastocysts! It’s about time he cleared up that nonsense in A Brief History of Time about “knowing” the “mind of God.” What a boner that was.
The above-quoted Guardian interview approaches Hawking like he’s some kinda seer, or oracle, or holy guy. “Why are we here? What should we do with our lives?” is the cry. Apparently, now that No. 1 Science Information has made the contingency of Jesus loving you forever appear ever more remote, people are demanding that science (and Hawking = Science) step into the void to confirm our special purpose in the universe. But Hawking, it turns out, isn’t God2K. He remarks that human existence is a totally random happenstance. “Do your best,” he says (I paraphrase), something your Mom might say.
It had to be a dude physicist saying this fucking obvious stuff, by the way, not because there aren’t any women physicists, because there aren’t any women physicists who are famous and revered enough to give interviews to the Guardian wherein they would be permitted to get away with stating that God is a buttload of bullshit. There aren’t any such women physicists because academia is seriously fucked-up-sexist, the media are seriously fucked-up-sexist, and the entire world order is seriously fucked-up-sexist.