"while you are here, in your non-dirt phase, make the best of it"

It's like The Best of Bread, with less nutrition.

Dirt is without purpose.

Indeed, hyper-materialism means nothing. I've never denied my origin, or current existential status. Nor am I fogged in, dead, or asleep. I anticipate your simple Argument Clinic contradiction, and will keep praying for your escape.

"you continue to play dumb"

I doubt I'm out-dumbing you.

Oh just get stuffed. You can't argue hyper-materialism here, then "little mysteries" there. Oh, wait: in crapflood mode, such contradictions are a requirement.

If it makes no difference at all, because you are Dirt, then the illusion of "how you want to live" also dissolves into nihilistic dirt, Dirt. You can slam your fingers in your Overton Window, but it was all variations on dirt, Dirt. At least, that seems the conclusion of your course. With which I don't fully agree. Sure, the flesh is dirt, but our very conversation itself negates the assertion that dirt is all there is.

And then the big reveal that "reactive programming" was really a cover name for "Macho Grande programming".
All those coders who swore on pain of death that they'd never be over Macho Grande then get together for a bit of Agile Pair Scrum seppuku.

Yuda man.

Every physical thing, surely. What you've never shown is that you've accounted for the soul. And if I'm wrong, and you're correct, then so is Her Majesty: "What difference, at this point, does it make?"
Well, it's all nihilism then, isn't it? Why don't I just call you 'Dirt', if that's all you ultimately are? Just go on a riotous, hedonistic tear! In the absence of any broader context, how can it possibly matter, Dirt?
When are you going to drop this façade of intellect, Dirt?

Your hyper-materialist argument has always, by necessity, been a dead end. You tell me I am a wholly owned subsidiary of playing dumb, then mock me for playing dumb. And I can't deny the tacit agreement inherent in playing along with your noise.
The good news is that I know what lies beyond your farce.

Next week, doubled over in pain, the lack of determinism is going to look like a big kick in the crotch.

Certainly not THIS site. Ever. No, not once.

"All" is a dangerous quantifier here. You can't use that without quenching the Holy Spirit, which can lead to a major party foul.

Genuinely curious as to what you possibly mean here. I get that you're attempting a con here, but I can't guess where it's going. Is this another Semi-Conscious Liberation Army recruiting pitch?

Given the fragility of the human mind, and the inevitability of the final heartbeat, I'm comfortable asserting that anyone putting faith in a mere human being is a right idiot.
Never, ever go past provisional confidence.

Yeah, I don't really "admire" anyone in politics; they're all guilty until proven innocent, in my experience. And even then, one may have overlooked a body. You never tire of flogging this dead horse, though; I guess your energy is admirable, for all the prime mover doesn't appear attached to a useful load.

At least you don't get caught projecting on anyone else.