There is no
other way in which the world and our lives can have
purpose, significance, and meaning — for it is idiotic to talk as if these could be given to finites unless there be something from outside and beyond which values them, appreciates them, appraises them, and thinks them
worthwhile.
Some things, said in jest, even if off - colour, one can live with; knife attacks on the soul of
other posters are ghoulish, and serve no
worthwhile purpose.