materialism

I detest materialism, but there is no evidence scientifically that anything exists beyond physical energy and its condensed forms as matter.  As such we are nothing more than the physical interactions of atoms and fields, energy and matter.  Nothing more.  Being alive is nothing more than the coordinated interactions of matter in various physical states.  As much as a galaxy or a solar system is born or dies, so do we.  It is painful to see myself as nothing more.  To see my consciousness and will as nothing but evolutionary advantage.  And what of happiness, or anger, or sadness.  Why do they exist?  Or love...