The most eloquent phrase in this essay is that Steven Weinberg, for all his musings about religion, has never changed anyone's mind. I first came across Weinberg's God angst in his otherwise insightful physics book, "Dreams of a Final Theory: The Scientist's Search for the Ultimate Laws of Nature," when he posits that a caring God would not have allowed the Holocaust to happen; that if there is a God with a plan for mankind, he has taken great pains to hide them; and that it would seem unpious to bother such a God with our pleadings. The trouble with this argument, as well as the ones recited here, is that this is elementary theology on par with arithematic in science. No one doubts that life is loss; and loss of love, in particular, may be the greatest pain of all, especially when the horrors of this life prey upon those whose existence give our own meaning--a child, a mother, a sibling, a teacher. The experience of such loss, regained at death--a paradox of afterlife--is what Emerson called transcendence. The fact is, Weinberg is simply arguing for a world of consciousness, the knowing that we come into the world alone and we leave it alone. Conversely, we risk our lives for strangers--events that every journalist covers--because the veil drops in moments of crisis and, in that instant, we see ourselves in the other. This is irrationality of the conscience, and it says what is in me is in you. The two opposing voices war inside us throughout our lives, with consciousness being dominant on some days, and the conscience on others. This is called the human condition. Despite Weinberg's scientific acumen, despite his continual investigation of this topic--and that causes me to wonder if in trying to convince others that there is no God, he is trying to convince himself that there is--his philosophy is nothing more than intellectualized evangelism for atheism, which purports to know the knowable: whether there is a God, whether there is an afterlife, whether we can regain love lost at the moment of death in a timeless realm where Weinberg's life work no longer matters: physics. We call it metaphysics for a reason. It is beyond this man's measurement, and his essay does nothing to change the incontrovertible fact that we cannot know what, if anything, exists in realms where E does not equal mc2.