Any good idea is worth having more than once.

If Philosopher A realizes a Great Truth and Philosopher B realizes the same Great Truth, it doesn’t mean Philosopher B copied Philosopher A. It means that if something is objectively True, different people will realize it at different times, each with their own angle.

In the same vein, if something is truly True, any given realizer of that truth should not be adored too much for doing so. What is great is the truth, not the person who realizes it.

If there are in fact sentient beings outside this world, and if we can in fact communicate with them in real time, then First Contact will detonate all human assumptions like a case of sweaty dynamite in an old toolshed. Religion, art, civil rights, humanism–everything will be blasted to bits as we face the reality of utter difference, of our initiation into a practical, rather than theoretical, post-Copernican world.

Fortunately for humanity, I suspect that the odds of such contact are infinitesimal. So don’t worry about it.

If there were any belief system that consistently produced saints–that is, if there were any system of ideas of which all its holders behaved, once they adopted said ideas, in observably good ways, to their benefit and the benefit of those they met–there were would be no more argument. All humanity would be naturally drawn to those ideas. All other ideas would die out.

That would be a disproof of nihilism.

But there is no such belief system.

There is no shame in creations unseen by any other human, because God sees all. And though a thousand Henry Dargers die unknown, God sees their works, and better, sees not just what was made, but what was intended, in full glory, the Ideal of every work. God’s libraries & galleries are eternal and unlimited, and He takes a pleasure there that no mortal can possibly comprehend. Through Him our art shall be exalted, and given back to us, a gift to a gift, one Creator to another.

Every day, around the world, some thousands of people are experiencing the best day of their lives, the day that will define joy for them, the day on which the entire universe seems tilted in their favor. Simultaneously, some thousands of people are experiencing the worst day of their lives, the nadir of all horror and despair, the day on which they cannot cry out because no sound could express the wrongness.

These exist together. They don’t usually meet. Though it’s tempting to say the existence of either group nullifies the existence of the other, I think that’s the wrong direction in which to judge. They just are.