Alok's post about John Gray's book - no, not THAT John Gray! - reminds me of "Alvy Singer" not doing his homework because the universe was constantly expanding and the world was going to come to an end ("but that's the universe, Alvy...we live in Brooklyn", Alvy's mother tells him.)
If indeed we are doomed and if all our belief systems are merely a comfort blanket, the question that naturally follows is this: what does this mean? If everything - faith, ethics, science, progress - are just illusions, what is the point of all this?
You know what rankles me about this philosophy? No, not the nihilism or the terrifying meaninglessness of our petty lives. It's being told that our samsara is phony baloney after I plonk down so much money to furnish our - what else - living room.