I am going to die sooner or later

I am going to die sooner or later. I don't know what will happen. Whether I'll just descend into eternal nothingness -- and wouldn't that be so boring, and bizarre? It would mean our lives are absurd and all things are absurd. That our lives and all things are a joke. Or I'll ascend into some new reality. That's also bizarre. So many questions like what the heck will I experience, how will my mind states change and so on. But, regardless, death will happen to me -- it will happen to all of us. Then my questions may be answered. Either that or an eternal sleep.

150,000 people die every day

Interesting to think that around 150,000 people die every day. 150,000 either disappearing into a complete eternal nothingness, or 150,000 people discovering that they do survive in some form and entering some new reality.

An afterlife is so fanciful!

I think that many people would tend to think that the idea of an afterlife is certainly appealing, but that logic and reason compel them to conclude that the whole notion is rather implausible and totally opposed to what science tells us about the world. Many other people might profess a belief in an afterlife, but this is in spite of, not because of their reason. They might feel they must be something beyond this life and there must be a reason or purpose to their existence.



I am the diametric opposite to this. It seems to me that reason and evidence very strongly supports the notion we survive the deaths of our bodies (and science most emphatically does not tell us there's no afterlife!), but my feeling is that the notion is very fanciful. We go to sleep every night and enter deep sleep where it seems we are scarcely conscious at all. It is hard for me to imagine that at the threshold of death, as my consciousness slowly diminishes to nothingness, I will ascend into some new reality and regain full consciousness.



A few years ago, in response to my belief in an afterlife, a friend of mine exclaimed, "it's cold!"  By this, I surmise he meant that the world we are experiencing now is reality. It's cold, it's gritty, and the notion that we'll ascend to some strange new world after we die is fanciful in the extreme.



Saying it's cold as a reason for disbelieving in an afterlife is of course fatuous, and yet . . and yet . . I understand perfectly where he's coming from. It does at least feel to me to be rather implausible. I believe in an afterlife not because of my feelings, but in spite of them.