When i look at Steven Fry as he gives one of his ‘passionate’ defences of atheism all I can see is a man who deep down doesn’t really care about anything. He can put on the stern face and raise his voice and point his finger but he is unable to take anything seriously. His arguments have no base within himself because he is keenly aware, and probably thinks on it everyday, that he will die, we will die and in all likelihood all we have built and discovered, felt and made others feel will vanish without so much as an old spoon to show for it. He betters the religious men in debates about god the sames way an adult could better a child in a debate about the existence of Santa Clause. He leaves with the same emptiness he came in with, having earned a sprinkle of joy for spreading his misery.