Why should I give a shit about eternity?, Part 3: Why I give a shit about eternity

I was thinking about suicide bombers the other day because that's what I do: I think about the moral psychology of fundamental terrorists while on the shitter.  There is the expectation of 42 virgins in heaven (of course, at 3 virgins a day, that exact scenario would only work for 14 days; then what're you gonna do for eternity minus 14 days?), but the real value is an abstracted personal concept: honor, glory, whatever.  These intangibles are immortal.  The suicide bomber lives on eternally through these abstract ideals.  (Unfortunately it breaks down when one realizes that the immortal abstractions require mortal beings to carry them; the sun will eventually burn out, ya know...)

I think glory, honor, celebrity, freedom, pride, etc. is a bunch of bullshit.  It is the quasi-religious currency used for mass manipulation.  Your concept of personal glory dies with you.  The fundamental terrorist's ameliorated personal identity stuffed silly with honor incinerates itself when the bomb explodes.     

But I can't pretend that eternity doesn't matter to me.  Consciously or unconsciously, my baby girl represents a future beyond my future.  She carries my intangible currency: my semi-immortal genetic makeup.  Subjectively, eternity matters; objectively, it means nothing.  Eternity may mean dick, but the concept means everything.  The fact that eternity is somehow an innate part of my emotional existence, drives my actions now.  My irrational belief in a perpetual future shapes my present.  That's why I give a shit about eternity: because as a human being, I contradict myself and make no fucking sense.