It was for just such notions as this that such expressions as B.S., codswallop, crapola, and blather were invented.
The European Space Agency has revealed plans to build a “lunar temple” or “dome of contemplation”–barf bag, please–on the moon, as part of a lunar colony ( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-4162296/The-incredible-lunar-TEMPLE.html ).
Listen to this from the ESA grand poobah, who says the lunar colony will be “a fresh start, a place where there are no social conventions, no nations and no religion, somewhere where those concepts will need to be rethought from scratch.” Rethought by idiots. I marvel he didn’t ask us to imagine no possessions, while he was at it.
So… they’re gonna have a temple, but no religion. They’re even paying an in-house artist to design it. But a temple with no religion–how long do you suppose it’ll take for that vacuum to be filled by something rather nasty? I mean, do these turkeys ever think things through?
Yowsah, yowsah, folks! We’re gonna leave our Original Sin behind on earth, and live in outer space and be as gods!
Except the Lord build the house, they labor in vain that build it. Psalm 127:1.