There are those among us who resist the steady march of science, who feel that the reductionist creed takes away the beauty of things, who would rather enjoy sacred mysteries instead of naturalistic explanations. I suspect not many of them are reading this site. But even among aspiring rationalists, there are probably many who still feel some sympathy to that line of thought, who cannot but feel a twinge of pain where something mysterious ends up explained.

I can make a stronger complaint than that: that the more we find out about ourselves, the emptier we feel. Finding out about other things is usually a pleasant and exciting experience. Finding out about human nature, and particularly your own nature is typically a soul-destroying experience, because we all started off with an inflated sense of our own value, importance, wisdom, etc. We also have a strong intuitive belief in our own un-understandability - that we are "free agents" independent from the laws of the universe. This, it turns out, is false.