The brain is wired up to find meaning in everything, hence believing there is meaning in life. Maybe another way to put it is that it does not compute to suggest life is meaningless, it’s threatening to the way things seem wired up. The believer in the magic card trick does not want to hear it is a trick. There must be God and surely God is specifically interested in me out of the seven billion other people. Don’t interrupt my belief in real estate waiting for me after life. Belief away, good luck with that. There was a particularly enjoyable moment when I sung my song about Ellen McIlwaine last week at the Dominion Tavern. Following the lyric about trying to have a career in music and the rhyme “good luck”, nice how many people laughed.