We have only evolved beyond all other species if you judge our evolution by human values. And we value the kinds of things that we do. I suppose a self-aware termite might think that being able to build towering, self-aerating hives out of dirt without sullying oneself with tools is the apex of evolution, and the purpose of life is to serve the queen.
Something I don't get is why being created by a higher power could possibly give us purpose or meaning. You still have to do all the work of figuring out life for yourself. Serving the purpose of another is a poor substitute for that, and being created for that reason makes you no better than a slave or tool. To me that's more meaningless and hopeless even than nihilism, and it is a fate that can never be escaped. I am always disturbed by those who gleefully embrace that state, and by the teachings that command us all to do the same. I'll take a coldly infinite and pointless universe over a cosmic shackle any day.
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