The Axis of Being, part I —Is Life Worth Living?

The Black Virgin, Rocamadour, France

I recently made the comment to a friend that having words and insects around me was part of what made life “worth living.”

Their reply was that life isn’t “worth” living—it just is.

This didn’t sound quite right to me, and so I thought I’d examine the question.

The statement is one of those statements that purports to be…