What if we are eternal beings, all sparks of something large, but to which we cannot return without personal extinction? Might we not engineer for ourselves a forgetting of this fact?
Might there be no higher moral command than that we take pleasure in the company of one another, in our work, and in small things, all in harmony, all in the present moment?
There is no requirement which stipulates that the universe be benign in any way. Indeed, large masses of those among us have concluded it is cold, infinite, and indifferent entirely and that all traces of our personal existence will be gone in the blink of an eye, cosmically speaking, no matter what we do. This seems to me a completely unnecessary conclusion–one not supported by the evidence–but I am playing with ideas here.
What might it mean to escape Samsara?