At any rate, there is one character in particular who is attending a party and discusses his own philosophy on humanity.
I'll include some quotations from his conversation.
I tend to agree with the idea that humanity has given itself a false sense of importance. That there is some ultimate meaning to our own existence, when, in the grand scheme of things, our place in the universe is meaningless. At the same time, I recognize that this belief is pretty dreadful, but it makes the most sense to me.Dr. Pritchett: Man? What is man? He's just a collection of chemicals with delusions of grandeur. Man's metaphysical pretensions are preposterous. A miserable bit of protoplasm, full of ugly little concepts and mean little emotions--and it imagines itself important! Really, you know, that is the root of all the troubles in the world.
A matron: But which concepts are not ugly or mean, Professor?
Dr. Pritchett: None. None within the range of man's capacity.
A young man: But if we haven't got any good concepts, how do we know that the ones we've got are ugly? I mean, by what standard?
Dr. Pritchett: There aren't any standards. The philosophers of the past were superficial. It remained for our century to redefine the purpose of philosophy. The purpose of philosophy is not to help men find the meaning of life, but to prove to them that there isn't any?
Opinions?