“I didn’t go spiralling down. Because there is no abyss. There is no yawning chasm waiting to swallow us up, when we learn that there is no god, that we’re animals like any other animal, that the universe has no purpose, that our souls are made of the same stuff as water and sand.”
I said, “There are two thousand cultists on this island who believe otherwise.”
Michael shrugged. “What do you expect from moral flat-Earthers, if not fear of falling?”
-- Greg Egan, “Distress”.