Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE THE GOSPEL OF MEAT MATERIALISM IS THE idea that you are a body. Just a body. No ghost. No soul. No divine spark. Just a skin-wrapped chunk of animated biology pulsing with electric meat thoughts. You are a machine. An organic computer. Wired by accident. Running on electricity and hormones. The end product of billions of years of chaos and chance. According to the materialist gospel, nothing put you here. You just got here. Atoms bumped into each other long enough, and eventually one of those atoms looked around and said, “I think, therefore I am.” But really, it should’ve said, “I think, therefore chemistry.” It sounds logical. Rational. Maybe even elegant. But then you run it....