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Cunk on Life (2024)

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Cunk on Life (2024)

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Have you ever looked around at

the limitless majesty of creation

and wondered

wondered what all these forests, valleys,

mountains, and puddles are actually for?

Wondered how many buildings were

knocked down to make way for them,

and who granted the

planning permission?

Wondered about all the

incredible yet musky animals

we share our planet with?

What's up with them?

From pointless ants

to long-necked horse monsters,

from repugnant wombats

to beautiful elephants.

What do the creatures want?

And why do they

refuse to tell us?

And then of course, there's us.

Humanic kind.

Have you ever wondered

how we got here?

Wondered where we're going?

Wondered about the

biggest mystery of all,

what is the meaning of life?

Well, I haven't.

But others have.

For thousands of years,

thinkers, artists,

authors, and my aunt Carol

have struggled to define

humankind's purpose.

Is life's meaning a riddle

that even can be answered?

And if so, should we listen,

or cover our ears

to avoid spoilers?

In this landmark

documentary special,

I'll travel the globe

to walk in slow motion

through picturesque locations,

get up close to some of the most

significant molecules in existence,

and meet a variety of academics,

experts, and professional mammals,

to ask some of the most

significant questions

you can say with a mouth.

Hello, who are you?

I'm Brian Cox,

Professor of Particle Physics

at the University of Manchester.

Can I call you Brian,

or do you prefer Cox?

So join me, Philomena Cunk,

as I uncover the

point of it all.

This is Cunk on Life.

Welcome

to our universe,

a limitless expanse peppered with

stars, planets, and assorted space muck.

It's where you live.

In fact, you're

somewhere in this photo,

but we don't know where because

the universe is so vast,

we simply can't make you

out, even with your ears.

Gazing into this infinite

tapestry makes us ask questions.

Not just about where

the ceiling's gone,

but deep questions that strike at

the very core of our arseholes.

Questions like, "How

did it get here?"

Who are you?

I'm Douglas Hedley,

and I teach the Philosophy of Religion

at the University of Cambridge.

So, why are we here?

You mean, why

human beings exist?

No, I mean why are we here in

- Is this near your house or something?

- No.

It took me 90 minutes to get

here on the Piccadilly Line.

There are countless theories

about how the universe got here,

and the earliest one comes from

the wacky world of religion.

This is the good Old Testament,

the first entry in the

Christian Cinematic Universe.

Jesus isn't in this one.

It's mainly about

his bad-tempered dad,

a man so mysterious,

we still only know him

by his stage name, God.

Um, I'm gonna go straight

in at the deep end.

Is there a God?

Yes.

- Oh. That was quick.

- Mm.

Great. Um, has anyone proved it?

No, except to their

own satisfaction.

Does God have a

brother called Simon?

No.

But they can't prove that

either, so he might have.

The universe could have

been created by Simon.

The Old Testament claims God

and/or Simon created our universe

in just seven days.

It sounds like a lot to achieve

in such a short space of time,

but unlike us,

God wasn't constantly interrupted

by iPhone notifications.

God started by saying,

"Let there be light,"

which makes sense because he needed

to be able to see what he was doing.

Then he divided light from dark, like

I do when I'm doing a clothes wash.

Next, he created the

firmament, whatever that is,

and the oceans and the stars.

For his next trick,

God filled the oceans with water animals,

or "fish" as they're sometimes known,

and the heavens with

sky-beasts, or "birds."

Then he infested the Earth with

insects, reptiles, mammals,

and whatever category

of thing slugs are.

And finally, for his

crowning achievement,

he created perhaps the only

thing worth celebrating,

us.

Here on the planet of Italy

is the Sistine Chapel.

Inside it is an astonishing

collection of images

created by overachieving painter

decorator Michael A.N. Jello.

This artwork took him

four years to complete,

ruining a perfectly good

ceiling in the process.

But whatever you think of it,

what it depicts is momentous.

The moment God created life by

jizzing us out of his hands.

This image of the most

significant fingerbang in history

has inspired visitors to the

Sistine Chapel for many centuries

and visitors to this replica

for less time than that.

It's perhaps the greatest

masterpiece in all of art,

but also the most

annoying to look at.

When I gaze up at it, I'm

struck by a sense of wonder

but mainly by a

crick in my neck.

When Michelangelo painted

the Sistine Chapel,

did he start on the floor and

then they flip the building over,

or was it always on the ceiling?

The painting was

always on the ceiling.

It's quite high up, isn't it?

Did Michelangelo use

a really long brush,

or did he have really long arms?

Um, well, he had to stand up

on top of some scaffolding

and bend his head backwards.

Wouldn't paint drip down into

his eyes when he was doing it?

I bet he was blinking the whole

time, sort of like like that.

He doesn't complain about

that, but he must have done.

However he did it,

painting the Sistine Chapel must

have been a great upper body workout.

How strong were

Michelangelo's arms?

Like, if a mad priest had leapt on

his back while he was painting it,

would he have been able to

reach around and pull him off?

Oh yeah. I think so.

I think Michelangelo was quite

muscular. He must have been.

- Mm, so he could really yank him off.

- I think he could have done, yeah.

The man God's

creating here is called Adam.

He's one half of the

first celebrity couple,

Adam and Eve,

played here by actors who

happily signed a nudity waiver.

Of course, the real Adam and Eve

wouldn't have had tattoos

we'd have to paint over

or intimate piercings we'd

have to ask them to take out

and hand to our researcher

for safekeeping.

We've pixelated the offensive

parts of their bodies,

a technology that wasn't

available in Old Testament times,

which is why I can

see everything,

even though I don't

really want to.

Adam and Eve weren't just

the first humans to exist,

but the first humans to

disappoint their dad.

God had hidden the secret of knowledge

inside a delicious looking fruit

and then forbidden them to eat

it for some f*cking reason,

but eat it they did.

An early example of an Apple product

hastening the downfall of humankind.

This was the original sin,

and ever since, all humans

have been considered sinful.

Sinners worry God might punish

them, but what about you?

Well, um, I'm a sinner

like anybody else.

No, I mean, should they worry

about you punishing them?

Uh no.

God realized he needed

help keeping us sinful humans in check,

and he knew just who to call on.

This is holy Moses,

the most successful influencer

of Old Testament times,

very much the

MrBeast of his day.

One day, God invited Moses

to the top of Mount Sinai

and handed him a set of rules

for life carved on stone tablets.

It was the world's first

and heaviest press release.

God commanded Moses to spread

this message far and wide,

which must've been

annoying for Moses

because he'd have to carry

the tablets back down on foot

and probably didn't have

room in his rucksack.

How many Ten

Commandments were there?

How many? You just

named them. Ten.

So there were ten

Ten Commandments?

There weren't 100 commandments.

There were ten commandments.

There were ten commandments.

Yes. That's it.

These shalts and shalt nots are a set

of terms and conditions for humankind.

All Christians had to

agree to abide by them

and also accept occasional

promotional messages from God

on subjects that

may interest them.

How did God manage to boil his terms

and conditions down to just ten points

when the iPhone end user license

agreement is about 100 pages long?

It just proves the point that God is God,

so he's a lot more concise than we are.

Is it a legally

binding contract?

It is a covenant, which is a covenant of

love between God and God's people, so...

No, I meant the iPhone one.

In a bid to stay in

God's good books,

devout followers avoid sinful

pleasures, like lusting after sloths,

during their lifetimes.

Not everyone thinks

enjoying yourself is bad.

Some people dedicate

their lives to hedonism,

the sleaziest ism there is,

apart from jism.

Entire cities have been

built for hedonist pursuits,

impressive, opulent cities

like Swansea in Wales,

and also this place.

This is Las Vegas,

Spanish for "The Vegas."

With its culture of casinos, strip

clubs, and round-the-clock drinking,

it's a mecca for people

who aren't going to Mecca.

Vegas is a shimmering visual

metaphor for human indulgence,

according to our director,

and too far away and

expensive for us to film in,

according to our producer,

who lost the argument.

Given its reputation,

Las Vegas is also

known as Sin City,

which is short for Cincinnati,

or would be, if that wasn't

a different place altogether.

Many of the tourists who

flock here each year hope

that what happens in

Vegas stays in Vegas.

Maybe that's true.

But on the other hand,

God sees everything,

even that thing my ex Sean

used to do with his thumb.

Worse still, God doesn't just know

about the sinful things you've done.

He also knows about the sinful things

you're merely thinking of doing.

God knows everything

we're thinking.

That's a data privacy

nightmare, isn't it?

Is there a way to opt out?

Not that I'm aware of.

Could you put God off the scent

by only thinking decoy thoughts,

like only thinking the opposite

of what you actually think?

Would that work?

I don't think so.

No.

You're not just dealing with a God

who's omniscient, knows everything.

You're also dealing with a God who

is omnipotent, is all-powerful.

I'll be honest. This relationship

with God throws up a lot of red flags.

He's watching us all the time.

He sets rules.

He's got a terrible temper.

He even thinks he's God.

Isn't he basically just

a toxic narcissist?

If you follow God's rules religiously,

you'll ascend to the kingdom of heaven,

which sounds great.

Although, if you're

old when you die,

you might not want to be

going up a lot of stairs.

In heaven, nobody

has to work anymore.

The most that will be asked of

you is doing the washing up,

but since all earthly

appetites will have been sated,

we can only be talking

about the odd mug.

The alternative

to heaven is hell,

a fiery pit of damnation

and eternal torment

which currently only has

two stars on Tripadvisor.

This is quite a spiritual show.

Can I ask about our souls?

Do we get judged for the cleanliness

of our souls when we get to heaven?

I think we get judged by how

we've acted in the world.

When we look into our souls,

what do we find there?

Well, it depends how far we're

prepared to look into it.

How far you look up, yeah.

God's unforgiving nature means

his believers try to

stay in his good books

through a form of

organized groveling

called worship.

Enter our souls,

king of heaven

Even though they reek of sin

Enter our souls resolutely

Penetrate the depths within

Our souls! Our souls!

Our souls! Our souls!

Fill them up unto the brim

Many find praising God in this

way gives them a purpose in life.

Sucking up to the boss.

If God's up there looking down on

us, why do we kneel when we pray?

Kneeling is the expression of

a sense of awe and holiness.

But what's the point in

kneeling though, all bent over?

You know, it's

terrible acoustics.

Wouldn't it be better to stand up and

shout a list of demands up to the sky?

God is not in the

sky, literally.

Right. So where is he?

Has he got an address?

God is present

in all places and all times.

What, even, like, in cupboards?

Well, you've raised a very

important question here

because one way of thinking

about the divine presence is

in terms of his knowledge.

So maybe God is not

located in the cupboard,

but he knows about the state

of affairs in the cupboard.

Uh, sorry, is he in

a cupboard or not?

Not everyone believes God is solely

responsible for giving us life.

Other origin stories

are available.

The man slowly moving towards you is

unshaven Victorian genius Charles Darwin.

One day, Darwin rode a beagle

to the Galpagos Islands,

where an exotic tortoise gave him

an idea in the form of a theory,

a theory that human bodies

haven't always been human bodies.

Why do we say our

ancestors came in apes?

Our ancestors came?

In apes.

Ah. They didn't come from apes.

Apes and ourselves came

from something else.

A chimp?

It's sort of It's not exactly like

a chimp or a modern ape or ourselves.

- Right. So we didn't come in a chimp?

- No.

It's hard to believe

we all mutated from monkey meat,

unless you consider all life is basically

the same at a microscopic level.

Lots of things are alive, from

tiny microbes to bigger microbes.

Every life form

is made of cells,

like a prison,

which is probably why

existence is so depressing.

It's a life sentence.

Just like the sentences I say

in this program about life.

Are cells worth having?

Well, without cells

we wouldn't be.

We're made up of

trillions of cells.

We all came from a single cell,

so they're really important to us.

Are my cells dividing and

multiplying all the time,

like even when I'm

sitting here now?

Since you've been sat there,

you've had about a million cell

divisions going on in your body.

Ah, no wonder I feel so

worn out all the time.

Cells couldn't

multiply without this,

the IKEA instruction

manual for life, DNA.

DNA is tiny yet complex,

like Tom Cruise.

It would take a typist over 50

years to type out the DNA sequence,

which would be stupid because she

could cut and paste it and go home.

I call her "she" because

of unconscious bias,

which is in my DNA

and not my fault.

Have you heard of D and A?

Yes.

Do we all have D and A?

Or do some of us have

D or A, but not both?

No, it's not D and A.

It's three letters. DNA.

Can you tell by looking

at me whether I have DNA?

Well, I know you have DNA

because you're a living organism,

and all life has DNA.

My mate Paul tried to

create a new life-form

by inserting his DNA

into a grapefruit,

but halfway through the experiment,

the greengrocer started hitting him.

Why is science so controversial?

Sorry, that that question didn't

follow from your story of the

- DNA.

- No, it changed, yeah.

One of life's biggest mysteries

is how it's possible for me

to look both like my mother

and my father

at the same time,

even though I've

only got one face.

Is it true the most important thing we

can do as humans is piss in our jeans?

Pass on our genes.

- Sorry?

- Sorry, it's "pass on our genes."

Oh, right.

Um, is it true the most important

thing we can do as a human is

pass

pass on our genes?

I don't know if it's the

most important thing,

but it is very important

because what it means is that

you pass on your genes from you

to your child.

What if I don't want

to pass on any of mine?

Then, um, then

you don't have to.

Right. How can I avoid it?

Well, um, you have to make love.

What, to avoid

passing on my genes?

All living things reproduce, which

means all living things procreate.

Dogs, lions, pigs,

penguins, monkeys,

shell monsters,

elephants, horses,

David and Victoria

Beckham, and pigs again.

The female reproductive organs are

largely hidden indoors for safekeeping

and normally only visible

behind some kind of paywall.

By contrast, the male

genitals, or "Mr. Genitals,"

live on the outside of the body,

where they can be easily photographed

and DM'ed to a potential

mate without consent.

So, which bit's the p*nis?

So, the p*nis is over

here. It's this bit here.

Right. I'll talk quietly.

I don't want to wake it.

This is a flaccid p*nis.

So, for sexual intercourse,

it has to become erect.

So what happens, then?

What bit goes where?

- So this p*nis needs to become erect.

- Yeah.

And then it will be put into the

vag*na here during intercourse,

and he's going to ej*cul*te

sperm through his p*nis

and then into the

woman's vag*na.

Christ.

I hope nothing like

that ever happens to me.

The disappointingly-flavored

soup that vomits from the p*nis

contains millions of

plucky young tadpoles

which swim their way up through

the female pipework towards an egg

and then kamikaze into it, like

a tiny 9/11 happening up a lady.

This is where, incredibly,

the miracle of life begins

and the precise moment that a

woman's right to choose ends.

Nine months after conception,

the infant painlessly slides

through the lady's front hole

and out into the world.

It then slowly mutates from a

baby into an actual human being.

But what exactly

is a human being?

What percentage of

people have a human body?

All humans have a human body.

What about people holding a cat?

Have they got a human

body and a cat's body,

or does it not work that way?

No, the two are

completely separate.

The human is a human

and the cat is a cat.

Human biology has existed

almost as long as humans themselves,

if not longer.

It involves a complex arrangement of

skin and meat machines called organs.

Put these organs in a plastic bag

and walk around a shoe shop with them

and you'd be arrested.

But put them in the right order

and you've got a human body,

an exquisitely constructed machine

that also farts and eats crisps.

Our organs are so gory,

some people can't bear

to see images like this.

If you're one of those sensitive

viewers, look away five seconds ago.

Is the correct term for

all this offal or gore?

All this stuff.

Yeah, that is This is

called the intestine.

If you pulled an intestine

out, how long would it be?

It would be many meters.

Okay, but why are

you pulling it out?

We wouldn't normally pull it out

unless there was a disease process.

- So you don't know why it's happening?

- No.

All these slimy innards

need a surrounding structure

to stop them slopping onto the

floor for passersby to slip on.

We wouldn't be upstanding

citizens if it wasn't for this,

the human skeleton

of ghost train fame.

It's incredible to think that there's

one of these inside some of us.

Did you know only 40% of

people have skeletons?

- Where did you get this figure from?

- It's true. I saw a video about it.

You only find out if you've

got a skeleton after you die.

Some people are just solid meat.

- This is...

- You know Burt Lancaster, the actor?

He was solid meat,

apparently, like a sausage.

Every human being

has a skeleton.

That figure is 100%.

Did you know knees are a con?

Why do you say that?

If you walk everywhere

without bending your legs,

you can prolong your life

by about eight years.

I went running this morning.

How would I run without

bending my knees?

I'm not saying you

didn't bend your knees.

I'm just saying that if

you didn't bend your knees,

you could prolong your

life by eight years.

Although, it does make stairs

a problem. I'll grant you that.

The most important bit of

the human body is up here,

in the driver's

compartment or "skull."

Imprisoned within every skull

is a creature we've enslaved

to do our thinking for us,

a sort of smart cauliflower

known as the brain.

- So, this is a brain.

- This is a brain.

How many of these are

in an average head?

We have one each.

- Just the one?

- Just the one brain.

The brain doesn't

just tackle complex tasks

like blinking or

making porridge.

It also handles trivial things,

like our entire human consciousness,

the origins of which

are a complete mystery.

Does the brain generate

the consciousness,

or does the consciousness

operate the brain?

- You'll find lots of disagreements...

- Oh, sorry.

I'm supposed to remind

you to keep your answer

What was it?

"Coherent for our

f*ck-witted viewers."

It is a complicated question.

My view is that the brain

generates consciousness,

but consciousness gives us

the ability to do things

that we wouldn't be able to

do if we weren't conscious.

Right. Thank you.

And apparently, I wasn't supposed

to read that card aloud, so

Apologies to you at home.

All of this leads to a

fundamental human question.

Who am I?

Not me, obviously. I'm on the

telly, so people know who I am.

But who are you? What

are you doing here?

And is any of this

really happening?

When we have a thought, like

if I picture a windmill,

how real is that windmill?

It's not real.

It's not real?

It's in your It's in your mind.

Why did I picture a windmill,

though? Is it a clue?

A clue to?

- Something.

- I don't know.

It depends what you

were thinking about.

What's inside the windmill?

Um, it depends what you

were thinking about.

What if someone lives

inside the windmill

and I'm not imagining

them, they're imagining me?

This is a very unusual way to

think about how imagination works.

Imagination is a

side effect of having a mind,

and some believe

it can be enhanced

with the use of

mind-expanding drugs.

When hippies took mind-expanding drugs,

how much wider did their minds get?

Did their skulls ever pop open?

Their skulls didn't pop open,

but it meant that they were more open

to ideas and philosophies and concepts

they may not have

previously considered.

You know when people talk

about opening their third eye?

That's what my mate Paul calls

the hole in the end of his p*nis.

Why would anyone

want to widen that?

The use of psychopathic

drugs in the 1960s

also led popular figures to contemplate

more spiritual aspects to human existence.

When The Beatles dropped

acid and went to India,

did they actually go, or

was that part of the trip?

No, they did

actually go to India,

and they visited an ashram and

gurus while they were out there.

It changed the stuff they said, didn't

it? They said, "All you need is love,"

and then George Harrison

said, "All things must pass."

Those were spiritual

messages, weren't they?

So when Paul said he was simply

having a wonderful Christmastime,

was there a deeper

meaning there?

I don't know if there was

a deeper message there.

That was a bit later that Paul was

having a wonderful Christmastime.

Yeah. My ex Sean sang that to me in

bed once during an intimate moment.

Honestly, I went as

dry as a cat's tongue.

Rock stars also

popularized meditation

as a way to clear the stresses

of modern life from the mind.

Do you have to sit

down to meditate,

or could I do it at the

same time as something else,

like driving or operating

heavy machinery?

Some people do

So, Buddhists, for example,

do walking meditation,

so you don't have to sit down.

Does meditation help

our souls relax?

Yes.

Meditation does help

our souls relax?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

Let's take a moment to realign ourselves

with our present reality together.

We're going to do a guided meditation

now, so feel free to join in at home.

Close your eyes.

Slow your breathing.

Now, breathe in.

Sorry, breathe out.

Become aware of the rise

and fall of your belly.

Feel the fabric of your

clothes on your skin.

Why is it that

particular material?

Was it sewn together by

a child in a sweatshop?

Probably best not to think

about that, actually.

Listen to my voice.

Why have they put a sort

of echo effect on it?

I think it's so that when

they show this footage,

it sounds like these are my

thoughts echoing in my mind.

But we filmed that weeks ago.

Hang on. Where am I now?

Hang on. That's me waking up and

standing. That's not meant to happen.

Help! I'm still here!

Oh God, I've got separated

from my own body.

They said this might happen. Help!

Help!

Our

apologies for that.

We had a duplicate consciousness

stuck on the voice-over track.

So we've had it shot and can

shortly rejoin Cunk on Life.

Who's that walking

through an awesome landscape

recording a piece to camera?

It's your very own

Philomena Cunk!

Featuring a vaguely

realistic face,

similar clothing, and a

total lack of mannerisms.

But that's not all.

Philomena also sprouts facial hair,

witnesses the crucifixion, and lays eggs!

Pop off her head, tip her over,

and whoops-a-daisy! Real blood!

The fun doesn't end

with mopping that up.

Philomena pilots her very own

spacecraft, the USS Triceratops,

with her intergalactic friends,

Captain Shitpeas, Mrs.

Benson, and Barnaby-9.

Together they tour the galaxy, repairing

black holes and mutilating cattle.

Philomena Cunk & Pals. Available

from all good retailers.

May contain pine nuts.

Side effects include spontaneous

combustion and melancholy.

Do not feed after midnight.

Remember to hydrate. Amen.

Coming

up on Cunk on Life.

Meet a man facing

oblivion on death row.

I ask a philosopher

to probe our souls.

Do philosophers spend a lot of

time thinking about our souls?

And I visit the

Large Hadron Collider

for some astrochat with

Professor Brian Cox.

What's a black hole?

A black hole?

Sorry, a hole of color.

But first, let's take a sideways look at

the suffocating inevitability of death.

Death is the great leveler.

In life, you might've been a billionaire,

supermodel, president, and king,

but the moment you die, you start

rotting like a sausage in a lay-by.

The big unknown

is how you'll die.

You might die falling

off a ladder or a cliff,

or into a lake full of knives.

You could be hit by a car or a

bus, or a tractor if you're rustic.

Maybe you're already dead and

watching this from beyond the grave,

which would be a shame because you

won't count towards the ratings.

Statistically, which is more

common, athlete's foot or death?

Death is infinitely more common.

In fact, it is

guaranteed for all of us.

How soon after death is it safe to resume

your regular day-to-day activities?

You can't resume your

day-to-day activities

once you're dead.

- How would you?

- So you can't do anything?

You can't even

listen to a podcast?

You can't listen to anything.

If you played a podcast to a corpse,

would really none of it go in?

Absolutely nothing would go in.

One downside of

our big brains is

we're the only creatures who are

aware that death is inevitable.

Although, if you lined ten dogs

in a row and shot them one by one,

the dog on the end would probably

get the gist by about dog four.

Of course, it's easy to forget

about death until it happens to you,

at which point your

brain gets wiped anyway.

It wasn't like that

in medieval times.

Back then, thanks to plagues, wars,

and a general undercurrent of violence,

people were casually

familiar with death.

In fact, they got FOMO

when they didn't die.

And this matey relationship

with their own mortality

was reflected up their art.

This is Bruegel's

Triumph of Death,

which depicts an army of the undead

violently laying waste to humankind

in scenes unlikely to be

adapted into a Pixar movie.

It's terrifying to think

this actually happened.

We're lucky Bruegel managed

to capture this image

before he too was

captured by the skeletons.

In fact, I'm surprised

he could paint at all.

My hands would have

been shaking so much,

I'd have had my own

eye out with the brush.

What the f*ck is this?

Well, it's a scene

of imagination,

but it's not a scene that

Bruegel would have actually

witnessed.

I mean, but it could

happen, couldn't it?

No, it couldn't happen.

Misinformation is getting so

sophisticated, it's terrifying.

For years, morbid art like

this depicted an ominous figure

dispatching human

souls with a scythe.

That's this man,

the Grim Reaper.

Don't worry. I haven't gone mad. It

only looks like there's no one there.

In fact, you won't be able to

see the Grim Reaper at home

unless you're going to die

within the next 24 hours.

What happens after death is

the subject of huge debate.

Some think that after you

die, you evolve into a ghost,

a sort of low-tech hologram

made of haunted smoke.

Scientists say

ghosts don't exist,

even though they've been caught

on camera loads of times,

like in Poltergeist

and Poltergeist II

and the remake of Poltergeist.

In fact, ghosts have been caught on

camera more often than scientists have.

So who's real now?

Should we move on to more,

uh, hardcore scientific stuff?

Okay, so ghosts.

When a human body dies,

which hole does the ghost

come out of, north or south?

I don't regard ghosts as a hard

scientific subject, I'm afraid.

Let me tell you something.

Don't dismiss it.

In 2021, my aunt Carol got engaged

to a man called Bob Collins.

But one day, he just vanished

and cleared out her bank account.

And when she looked up

the name Bob Collins,

she discovered

he'd died in 1958.

He'd been a ghost all along.

Could it not have been someone

impersonating Bob Collins?

No, no. There were photos

of Bob Collins in 1958,

and he looked totally different,

which proves he disguised himself,

so she wouldn't know he was a ghost.

You can't explain it,

can you? It's terrifying.

Isn't the easy answer that

he doesn't look like him

because it's a different

person altogether?

No, it

It's a ghost.

Death, tragedy and suffering have

always been part of human life.

Struggling with lives

of ceaseless misery,

people began to wonder whether

any kind of God exists at all.

But for centuries, no one

dared voice that suspicion

in case God did exist

and smited them shitless.

But that was about to change.

It's 1883,

and German philosopher Friedrich

Nietzsche is hard at work in his study,

putting his thoughts on paper.

Don't worry. He can't hear me.

He's about to write one

of the most controver...

He's about to write one of

the most controversial catchphrases

in history.

Three little words

by the name of

God is dead.

Nietzsche said, "God is dead,"

didn't he? And now he's dead himself.

Who's next?

Did he name the

k*ller before he died?

Nietzsche? No.

I think he thought that

people should realize that

they had constructed a God

that actually wasn't doing them

as much good as they thought,

and people need to realize

not perhaps that he was dead,

but that he hadn't existed.

So he's saying we k*lled him?

In effect.

But I wasn't even born.

No. Yeah.

Nietzsche can f*ck off.

Mm.

Can we be sure God

didn't k*ll himself?

'Cause you never know what

people are going through.

It's possible.

Nietzsche's

proclamation that God was dead

caused an intellectual firestorm

as writers and thinkers debated

the decline of religious authority

in an increasingly

secularized world,

107 years before the release of unrelated

Belgian techno anthem "Pump Up the Jam."

Pump up the jam, pump it up

While your feet are stomping

And the jam is pumping

Look ahead, the

crowd is jumpin'

Pump it up a little more

Get the party goin'

on the dance floor

See, 'cause that's

where The party's at

And you'd find

out if you do that

Awa, a place to stay

Get your booty on

the floor tonight

Make my day

Awa, a place to stay

Get your booty on

the floor tonight

Make my day

Make my day

Make my day

Make my day

Make my day

But if Nietzsche was

right and God is dead,

it means we've got no higher

entities judging our lifestyles,

except the people from

the flat upstairs.

It could create a

terrifying moral vacuum

in which people feel free

to behave atrociously,

like they did in the entertainment

industry of the 1970s

and the '80s and the '90s,

2000s, 2010s, and today.

Luckily, moral

guidance was on hand

thanks to the world

of literature.

There were a lot of

influential Russian writers

in the 19th century.

Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Turgenev,

Turnover, and Pushkin.

Who was best?

I like Pushkin.

- Yeah?

- Yes.

What about Turnover?

Turnover is What did he write?

Oh, I don't know.

It's in my notes.

Um

"The main influential Russian

writers were Tolstoy, Dostoevsky,

Turgenev, Turnover,

and Pushkin."

It's all right if you've not heard

of him. You shouldn't be embarrassed.

I hadn't heard of him either.

Yeah. No. No.

This is one of the literary

world's greatest moral thinkers,

Russian novelist

Fyodor Dostoevsky,

seen here enjoying

himself at a party.

He wrote many books still

not read to this day.

But his most celebrated work,

his absolute Tour de France,

is unopened masterpiece

Crimean D Punishment.

Crime and Punishment grapples

with individual freedom,

the role of authority, and

the complexities of morality.

What would you

give it out of ten?

- I'd give it nine, I think.

- Nine.

Yeah.

Nine.

Punishment hasn't changed

much since Dostoevsky's day,

although, incredibly, in some countries,

if an offender's crime was really bad,

the authorities will actually

cut their sentence short

by k*lling them.

Capital punishment forces us to

ask questions like, "Does it hurt?"

"Are tickets available?"

and "What's the view

like from seat 6A?"

and also, other more

profound moral questions.

Why do we say people are

facing the electric chair

when they've got

their backs to it?

I think you're taking

it too literally.

What we mean by facing

the electric chair is

is facing an inevitable death.

This is

Waylon Jackalope IV.

In 2019, he skinned

six people alive

and was rewarded with his

own Netflix documentary

and a guest spot on death row.

And I'm delighted to say

he's joining us right now.

So, Waylon. You

m*rder*d six people.

Where'd you get your ideas from?

It's kinda tough

for me to dwell on.

All I can say is, um,

the Waylon Jackalope that

k*lled those folks was a

a different man to

the one you see today.

So, it wasn't you?

You're innocent?

No, ma'am. I k*lled them.

Oh, thank God for that.

So, um, have you been on death row

before, or is this your first time?

First time.

You're facing the

electric chair.

Aren't you worried about

what's gonna happen?

I've made my peace

with the Lord,

and I'm ready to meet him.

Yeah, but aren't you scared it'll

hurt? It's millions of volts.

My mate Paul says your liver

fries and your kidneys pop

and your bowels go

into reverse flow

and sh**t boiling sh*t up into

your throat which chokes you.

Apparently, it'd be

genuinely more humane

to pay some of the other inmates to

hold you down and pull your head off.

Anyway, um, best of luck.

Actually, before you go, could you

just do a quick promo thing for us

into that phone?

Could you say, "Watch

me die on Cunk on Life"?

It's for TikTok.

It's only short.

Watch me die on Cunk for Life.

On Life, on Life.

Watch me die on Cunk on Life.

There you go.

Wasn't hard, was it?

Why does the electric chair

only do one person at a time?

Could you have an electric bench

that does about seven in one go?

You probably could. You

definitely shouldn't.

Would be quicker though, and

you could do them in batches.

It would be quicker, but we'd have

to accept the death penalty was a

a sensible and useful thing to

do, and I don't accept that so...

Electrocuting people isn't

very eco-friendly, is it?

Could we steam them

to death instead?

Uh, I'm sure there are other ways

of administering the death penalty

that might be more eco-friendly.

I think the preference would

be to not do it at all.

In a just and moral society, is it

better to k*ll one innocent person

than to save one

innocent person?

It's never going to be better to k*ll

an innocent person, I don't think.

Contemplating weighty,

big-bummed life and death dilemmas

in a godless universe

opens the door to nihilism

and existentialism,

two of the hardest-to-spell

concepts in philosophy.

So nihilism is the view that

nothing, absolutely nothing, matters.

Why don't people mention they're

nihilists on their dating profiles?

Like, I went on a

date with a bloke,

and 20 minutes in, he

said he was a nihilist

and that because human

existence is futile,

there was no point continuing

with the date, and he left.

And I had to pay.

Was he a nihilist

or just a prick?

Probably both.

Yeah. As I suspected.

Nihilism is the belief

that life is meaningless

and nothing is worth believing

in except more nihilism.

Existentialism is the same as

that but using longer words.

Who's the most famous

existentialist in history?

Probably Jean-Paul Sartre.

Right. See, I'd have

said it was E.T.

This is the first

celebrity existentialist,

Parisian writer

Jean-Paul-Sartre-and-Ringo.

Sartre saw things differently

to everybody else,

partly because of his

questioning mindset,

but mainly because

of those eyes.

I mean, seriously, he could probably

see the back of his own ears with them

or write two books at once.

That's why he was such

a prolific author,

writing book upon book, outlining

his existentialist theories

decades before the release of

unrelated Belgian techno anthem,

"Pump Up The Jam,"

which you heard earlier.

Someone told me that

cats are a good example

of something that lives

like an existentialist.

A good life for an existentialist,

if there is such a thing,

is a matter of creating

your own goals and values

and sincerely following them.

For example, my cat

reacts to his environment

rather than just being

dragged around by others.

How do you know cats aren't

thinking about their existence?

They might be really anxious,

and when they say "meow,"

they're expressing their own pain

Iike "me, ow."

Well, cats have pain.

They don't behave in a way

that seems to suggest a

level of self-consciousness.

Cats lick their own

bum holes, don't they?

Are all existentialists

supple enough to do that?

Uh, no.

Being overwhelmed

with existential angst

is part of being human.

Some of the greatest artists

in history have tried

to express the agony

of the human condition.

And so have ones who could

only paint as badly as this.

This is Edvard

Munch's The Scream,

the first major existentialist

statement to later become an emoji.

What inspired Eddie

Munch to paint this?

It was an experience he'd

had walking with his friends.

But I've been on bridges, and you

don't find me painting about it.

How come we can't hear

him? Is he on mute?

No, it's nature that

is screaming loudly,

and we all could hear

nature screaming loudly.

So, is this one of the few

examples of a silent painting?

All paintings are silent.

If Edvard Munch knew we

wouldn't be able to hear it,

why didn't he wait till this bloke's

mouth was closed before painting him?

It's just annoying.

I've noticed he's not

moving either. Why is that?

Because he's rooted to the spot

by the deep emotion he finds.

So it's a freeze-frame

of a painting?

It's a freeze-frame of a mood.

Drew Barrymore dies at the start

of this painting, doesn't she?

Do you know if they've got

Scream 2 in this gallery as well?

- Scream 2?

- Yeah.

I'm afraid I don't

know Scream 2.

But this was based on

the film, wasn't it?

I don't think he'd seen the film. It's

a painting of an experience he'd had.

But not a physical experience, an

emotional and psychological experience.

We paint our souls.

Why do we paint arseholes?

The more agonized and

miserable the artwork,

the more people like it.

And no dead agonized artist is bigger

than miserable redhead and own-ear vandal,

Vincenzo Van Beethoven Gogh.

As you can see from

this photograph,

Van Gogh actually resembled

a painting in real life,

making a career

in art inevitable.

Several of his works,

such as Sad Flowers,

Scary Night,

and Woofy McPoker, have

fetched millions at auction.

22.5 million for the last time.

This is one

of his most famous works,

Wheatfield with Crows.

At first glance, it's

a simple, rural scene,

but look closer and you'll see

it's actually very badly made.

Take these birds.

Apparently, they're crows,

but it's impossible to know

'cause there's no detail at all.

Some are big. Some are small.

Some have more

wings than others.

Looking at this,

it's hard to believe

Van Gogh had actually even

seen a crow or a wheat field,

or even held a brush before.

Look at those strokes.

They're sloppy.

It's like he painted it

wearing boxing gloves.

It's just not good enough.

In fact, it's actively bad.

Van Gogh's life, and by

extension, our world,

would've been improved if

he'd never painted anything,

not even a bog door in

a home for the blind.

Anyway, that's my view.

What do you think?

Of course, most people aren't

miserable like Van Gogh.

They're miserable

like themselves.

They simply don't have time to channel

their pain into artistic expression

'cause they're too busy working.

And work is something we all

learn to barely tolerate.

Ever since the earliest caveman

went to work for the first c**t,

people have hated their jobs,

partly 'cause those jobs were awful.

For centuries, most jobs

involved manual labor

like lugging heavy coal around

and tilling the fields while

someone sketched you for posterity.

But as our world

gets more modern

and full of all plastic

and metal and stuff,

the nature of work has changed.

Now jobs are even worse,

which contributes to an

ever-growing sense of hopelessness.

Humans have to work

a lot, don't they?

Can work ever be

truly rewarding?

Yeah, I think so.

What, even for him?

All he does is hold

a stick all day.

There's no way that's

rewarding or meaningful.

There's no skill involved.

We wouldn't even need a

machine to replace him.

Just a bracket and

a stand would do.

Can't be fulfilling

in the slightest.

He holds that stick more

than he holds his loved ones.

If you think of the

things he's missed out on

just holding that f*cking

stick like a sl*ve.

You don't get that

time back, you know.

Wasted his life.

Very echoey

in here, isn't it?

Phil would've hated that.

Wouldn't he, Ian?

You're next.

Can we have a minute

for atmos, please?

Life itself can sometimes

feel like a horrible burden

from which there is no escape.

But luckily, help is at hand.

That's why I've come to leading

streaming platform Streamberry

to see how they help distract viewers

from the bottomless misery of existence.

Here at Streamberry, we're

passionate about providing our users

with entertainment that speaks to them

on a personal level about their needs.

Not just as a consumer,

but as a mammal.

We monitor our viewers'

emotional state at all times,

and we've discovered

most of them are locked

in a state of

existential helplessness.

And I imagine you

want to fix that?

Yes, that's why we launched

a suite of programming

aimed at viewers who've

given up all hope,

which is 116% of them.

These shows are grouped

together into genre brackets

that help despairing viewers locate

content that really speaks to their mood.

We're currently

seeing maximum growth

in a category called "Standing

On a Ledge Right Now."

And what's that?

That's programming aimed at viewers

standing on a ledge right now.

Usually watching on their phone.

Naturally, we don't want them to jump.

That would negatively affect engagement.

And what about the little ones?

Is there anything for them?

Yes, actually, one of our newest

releases is a show aimed at kids

standing on ledges.

Wow! And I think we've got an

exclusive preview of that right now.

Hey, mister! Don't jump!

Why not?

Well

Sometimes we all feel Like

life's lost its meaning

But jump and that sidewalk

Will need careful cleaning

And more to the point

You just wouldn't survive

Let me list you some

reasons For staying alive

Uh, okay.

You'd miss out on nature

In all of its wonder

Like puppies and kittens

And sunshine and thunder

Your parents would miss

you In sorrow, they'd drown

If you plunged from that ledge

And went splat on the ground

Uh-huh.

Jumping's so final

No chance of revision

Most people who do jump

Regret their decision

Ahh, he's right!

To leave a great legacy

Stay in the game

It sure beats just

leaving a dent

And a stain

Oh, okay.

- You've convinced me

- Yay

Life is worth it

I don't wanna die

Be careful returning

You don't wanna slip

- Oh!

- Uh-oh.

Oh well, it's

too late Bye-bye

Hm.

Well, thanks, Jacqui. That

was really enlightening,

and Streamberry seems fantastic.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Great.

- Brilliant.

- Thank you.

Yeah.

Still to come

Will computers recode

the meaning of life?

Will we ever be able to upload

our souls to a computer?

I take a closer look at cloning.

If you clone twins,

do you get two copies of one of

them, or one copy of both of them?

Brian Cox gives a scientific

view of the firmament.

Isn't it a waste of energy

leaving the stars on at night?

No.

But first, time to contemplate

our fate in a pitiless, godless universe.

With God dead and existential

despair all the rage,

it seemed humankind was

all alone in the universe.

We were back to square one,

staring up at the night sky

and wondering how it got there.

To find out, we'd have to reopen

the biggest cold case of all time.

The Bible had claimed the

universe was God's creation.

But now we knew

that that was a lie,

we'd have to come up with

a new implausible theory.

It's October 5th, 1923.

An astronomer, Edwin Hubble, is about

to make an incredible discovery.

Peering through his telescope,

he becomes the first human

to observe a Cepheid variable

star in a galaxy beyond our own.

Hubble raced home to

tell his wife, Grace,

who had loyally supported

him throughout his career.

"I've done it!" he cried. But

in his voice instead of mine.

"I've fundamentally altered

our concept of the universe."

"Oh, darling, that's

wonderful," she replied.

Her eyes shone with

pride, and they embraced.

As they kissed hungrily, their

excitement gave way to passion,

and they moved to the bedroom,

hurriedly shedding their clothes.

Flesh pressed on flesh

as they explored each other's

bodies with carnal abandon.

Together, they steadily built

towards a crescendo of ecstasy,

their faces

contorting with bliss.

And a mutual orgasm shuddered

through their bodies.

There they lay,

quietly entwined,

exhausted yet resplendent in the

warm afterglow of their union.

Then Hubble mopped up the

damp patch with his vest.

Hubble's discovery paved the

way for a groundbreaking theory

about how our

universe was formed,

a theory that still

excites nerds to this day.

Why do people say the universe

came out of a big bag?

I think you mean Big Bang.

A big bag that went bang?

No, no. Just a Big Bang, no bag.

Has anyone ever claimed

responsibility for the Big Bang?

It just happened.

So we're no nearer

finding a culprit.

The Big Bang is a theory,

and like all theories,

no one understands it.

If they come too close to working it

out, they're assassinated by the CIA.

But if it did happen,

the Big Bang filled the

universe with matter.

This is an atom.

It's so tiny, you

probably can't see it,

even if you're watching in 4K.

In fact, it's so small,

chances are I dropped it

before we started filming.

You, me, and everything

around us is made from these,

apart from this coat,

which is 100% cashmere.

What's the point of atoms?

Do we really need them, or

could we just do without?

We do really need them

because we are made of atoms.

Everything in the world is made of atoms

so without them, we wouldn't be here.

Are eyes made of atoms?

Yes.

'Cause my mate Paul

did ketamine once,

and he said he started counting

all the atoms in his eyes.

Then he tried to eat a towel

and ended up in hospital.

Okay.

- Are my feet made of atoms?

- Yes.

I mean, I could save

you the bother by

Everything you say, all

stuff is made of atoms.

Are thoughts made of atoms?

Well, no, thoughts are...

- Well, there you go then.

- Okay.

But thoughts Okay.

You might think

nothing's smaller than atoms,

but as usual, you'd be wrong.

Incredibly, atoms themselves are made

of even smaller subatomic particles.

Scientists have spent literally

decades attempting to explain

why these are interesting

to no avail.

Perhaps that's why, deep

underground near Geneva,

they built a gigantic machine

called the Large Hadron Colly-der.

It smashes subatomic

particles together,

recreating the conditions

of the Big Bang.

And I'm actually

walking into it now,

wearing a hard hat

in case a proton falls on me.

So, this is this is the

actual Large Hadron colander.

So am I right in thinking

that this might prove

the existence of chakras

within the human body?

No.

You're not interested

in chakras?

No. In the same way I'm

not interested in ghosts.

But my aunt Carol, she can

sense chakras in someone's body,

and she doesn't

need any machines.

- Um, this could explode at any minute.

- No.

How fast do the protons

in this thing go?

99.999999% the speed of light.

- Your sense of smell is faster, isn't it?

- No.

How come that when someone's frying

bacon and you walk in the kitchen,

you can smell it straight away

before you've even seen it?

Have you ever tried

putting bacon in here?

- No.

- Yeah, you should try it.

You might make quantum bacon.

- Would that make it more interesting?

- A little bit.

Why would it be more

interesting? 'Cause what it's...

I'm desperately I'm trying

to help you out here.

I'm trying to make it even slightly

more interesting than it is.

But what it did was it detected

a thing called a Higgs particle.

Without the Higgs particle,

you, me, and everything else

that we know of in the universe,

- none of those things would exist.

- Right.

In 2012, the megaboffins at CERN

discovered something incredible,

the Higgs bosom.

Because of its significance in

explaining how our universe was made,

the Higgs bosom is sometimes

referred to as the God Particle.

But it could also be

called the Allah Particle

because we can't show

you any pictures of it.

No less an authority than

the man I just spoke to

claimed it was the biggest

scientific discovery

in his lifetime.

I think this is the biggest

scientific discovery in my lifetime.

And it stood with the great

scientific discoveries of all time.

And it stands with the great

scientific discoveries of all time.

Can the Higgs boson rewind time?

No.

Can it tell when an

earthquake's gonna go off?

No.

- Can it make food spicier?

- It's just a particle.

It's like saying, "Can an electron tell

when an earthquake's gonna go off?"

- Can it?

- No.

Subatomic particles, the

tiniest things in existence,

can simultaneously exist in

two different states at once.

Just like Liam Hemsworth,

who's sexy and boring.

In other words, science moves in

mysterious ways just like God does,

which was awkward

because scientists had

decided God didn't exist.

So they invented a whole

new kind of science,

the science of things that

don't make scientific sense.

And to make it sound official,

they gave it a clever name.

What is Quantum McPhysics?

Quantum physics is

So quantum mechanics is our best

theory of how the world works.

It describes everything

that we've observed

other than gravity.

Do mirrors run on

quantum physics?

- Run?

- Yeah.

As in?

According to quantum physics, mirrors

shouldn't work. They're a miracle.

That's not correct.

Quantum theorionics proves

there's infinite multiverses,

like in Marvel

films, doesn't it?

That's one interpretation

of the theory.

How many infinite

multiverses are there?

If there were an infinite

number of multiverses,

then the number of

multiverses would be infinite.

See, I think there's two.

Ours and the one in mirrors.

Mirrors are windows into

other universes, aren't they?

No.

My mate Paul says they

run on quantum power

and that's why you can see

into an alternative dimension

in which everything's the same

as our realm but backwards.

What does Paul do?

Well, he worked in a tennis ball factory

where he had to catch tennis ba*ls.

But he was fired from that,

and now he's unemployed.

Sorry, am I wasting your time?

Yeah.

By the end

of the 20th century,

science had tried

to outdo religion

by explaining creation, unpicking

the fabric of existence,

and discovering

the God particle.

For its next trick,

it tried to emulate God himself

by creating life.

The first ever thing to be

cloned was Dolly the sheep,

daughter of Dolly,

the other sheep.

Dolly became the most

famous sheep in history,

although to be fair,

that's a low baa.

Of course, cloning

raises awkward questions

about our sense of identity.

If I get copied,

am I still unique?

Or is the clone me more unique

because it's a clone, which is cooler?

What makes me me and you you

and us us and we we?

But rather than being

replaced by clones,

it's more likely we'll be replaced by

something else we created, computers,

which are becoming so clever, they

might one day outsmart their masters.

Will a computer ever be

clever enough to play chess?

Computers are already

clever enough to play chess.

Really? This is chess

we're talking about?

Yes. Years ago, computers

overtook human beings at chess.

But do they know what all the pieces

do? Even the little horse ones?

Yes.

But the horse ones move in

random directions, don't they?

- There's no pattern to it.

- No, there is. They just move

two in one direction and

one in the other, so

Oh, right. Did the computers

work that out for us?

Not content with playing chess,

computers are getting better

at emulating other more human,

less chess-like pursuits.

One of the first examples of AI was

a piece of software called ELIZA,

which stands for something.

ELIZA simulated a psychiatrist.

It would ask you how you were

feeling and respond to your reply.

But it was basic.

It couldn't do everything

a psychiatrist can do.

It couldn't walk round the

desk or overcharge you,

start an affair with its

secretary, cook an omelet, or go

Today, AI is everywhere and all around

us, in our homes and in our hands

- with digital assistants like Siri

- Hi there.

Alexa and that Google

one no one remembers.

Seriously, it might as

well be called Cuthbert.

But when people talk about AI,

most of them are thinking about

generative AI chatbots like this,

ChatGPT, which is so

good at mimicking humans,

we might as well

f*cking k*ll ourselves.

Or at least, that's

what it just told me.

People worry a lot about AI.

What about you?

You mean am I worried about?

No, I mean, should

they worry about you?

N I hope not. I hope not.

I mean, I'm People are worried

about artificial intelligence

because they think maybe one day

it'll replace us human beings.

I'm a human being. Why should

they be worried about me?

No, the letter "U."

They're all vowels,

aren't they? A, I, U.

What does the "U"

in AI stand for?

Th There isn't a "U" in AI.

So, it's a secret then?

The computer's hidden it?

I'm more than machine or man,

more than a fusion of the two.

Us humans aren't

about to be slaughtered

by the nightmarish robots

of science fiction.

We're about to be slaughtered by

the nightmarish robots of real life.

Now as humans stand on a precipice

at the edge of a cliff face,

peering into a bottomless abyss

and wondering if there's

a void underneath it,

the question of life's purpose

seems more urgent than ever.

And even experts are confused.

Is there a point

to human existence?

And if there is, what is it?

When you're answering, bear

in mind that if it's too long,

we have to overlay funny pet

videos over part of the screen

so viewers don't get bored.

Well, we want our

lives to have meaning.

And the question is,

is that meaning something

that we construct,

which is what the German

philosopher Nietzsche would say,

or is meaning something that

we discover in the world?

Maybe that meaning

is generated by God,

or maybe that meaning just happens to

be part of the fabric of the universe.

Why are poos tapered at the end?

Are they that shape

when they're inside us,

or do our bums mold

them into that shape?

Sorry, that's for

the poo expert.

Although, you're here, so do

you fancy answering it or?

I don't think I know

enough about human biology

to give you an accurate answer.

Fair enough. Yeah.

Throughout this landmark epic,

which you have definitely enjoyed,

my quest for meaning has

taken me around the world

and into several buildings, down stairs,

and at one point, onto a bouncy castle.

From religious ecstasy

to nihilistic defecation,

from great works of literature

to that awful f*cking painting,

humankind's quest for

meaning has never let up.

And now my work here is done.

I hope you found

it illuminating.

Now it's time for me to find out

the meaning of life in other worlds.

Goodbye.

Do authors sign their books at the

end like when you write a letter?

Like "That's Crime and Punishment.

The End. Yours sincerely, Dostoevsky."

Seldom, I think.

Why does the human eye have a nerve

connecting it directly to the an*s?

It doesn't.

It does because when you pick your

bum, you sort of go like that.

When the p*nis goes into a lady,

why does it keep backing

out and going back in?

Can't it just go in,

get it done, and leave?

Were our souls created

during the Big Bang?

Depends what you

mean by "our souls."

You know what I

mean by "our souls."

It's a shame they only

make semen, isn't it?

If they made tomato soup,

you could share a nice mug

of it in bed afterwards.

Is it harder to enter the

kingdom of heaven since Brexit?

I don't think Brexit has anything

to do with the kingdom of heaven

or hell for that matter.

My mate Paul says if you look

in a mirror for about an hour,

it's possible to trick your consciousness

into thinking it's inside the other you,

and then you can run off before

it can jump back out and get you.

He said he managed it once, but a

second after he started running,

he caught his ba*ls

on a door handle

and ended up rolling around

on the floor in agony

while his consciousness watched him

from the mirror, pissing itself.

I don't think your consciousness

can go inside a mirror.

I do worry about Paul.

I think he just hasn't

found his role in society.

So you're in the Big Bang g*ng?

The Big Bang?

- g*ng. The Big Bang g*ng.

- The Big Bang g*ng?

We're all in the Big Bang g*ng.

- Are we?

- Yeah.

Could you say that down

that lens there, please?

I'm in the Big Bang g*ng.

You're in the Big Bang g*ng.

- You're in the Big Bang g*ng.

- We're all in the Big Bang g*ng.