From the movie, Red Planet:
Chantilas: [Suppose] we just finished poisoning the earth and everyone was dead in a hundred years. Then what was the point of anything?
Art, beauty—all gone—the Greeks, the Constitution, people dying for freedom, ideas. None of it meant anything?
What about religion? Do we give up on God too?
Gallagher: You didn’t just give up being a scientist one day, did you?
Chantilas: I realized science couldn’t answer any of the really interesting questions. So, I turned to philosophy. I’ve been searching for God ever since.
Who knows, I may pick up a rock and it’ll say underneath, “Made by God.” The universe is full of surprises.
This scene jumps out at me since it is very loosely like me, except I am no longer expecting to find the “proof” Chantilas wants. And the word “searching” is no longer correct. I am seeking to be awake—to listen more intently, to be with and aware of God’s presence. Science cannot do that, not directly.
This scene also points to the essence of Existential despair—what is the meaning and purpose of it all, of life? Courage is needed to face this question. Science does not give me courage. It cannot explain sacrifice.