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“We've also evolved the ability to simply 'pay it forward': I help you, somebody else will help me. I remember hearing a parable when I was younger, about a father who lifts his young son onto his back to carry him across a flooding river. 'When I am older,' said the boy to his father, 'I will carry you across this river as you now do for me.' 'No, you won't,' said the father stoically. 'When you are older you will have your own concerns. All I expect is that one day you will carry your own son across this river as I no do for you.' Cultivating this attitude is an important part of Humanism--to realize that life without God can be much more than a series of strict tit-for-tat transactions where you pay me and I pay you back. Learning to pay it forward can add a tremendous sense of meaning and dignity to our lives. Simply put, it feels good to give to others, whether we get back or not.”

Quote by Greg Epstein

Book:Good Without God: What a Billion Nonreligious People Do Believe
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Good Without God: What a Billion Nonreligious People Do Believe

This book delves into the diverse range of beliefs and ethical frameworks embraced by nonbelievers, offering an insightful look into the spiritual and philosophical underpinnings of a billion individuals who do not identify with any organized religion. more

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Greg Epstein
Greg Epstein

Greg Epstein, born in 1977, is an American Jewish chaplain known for his leadership role in secular communities. He is dedicated to promoting religious freedom and secular humanism. more

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