What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly, by Lao Tzu.
I think that it doesn't matter what I believe. What will happen will happen whether I understand it or not, believe in it or not, want it or not.
Even if the hereafter is nothing, would that be so bad? Who knows what nothing means? For there to be something, there must also be nothing.
So whether my soul, or spirit, or essence is cognizant in the next place is an ineffable question, but I suspect I will just be absorbed back into the elements that make up everything.
Floating on a beam of light, drifting along with billions of drops of water, becoming part of the land that nurtures all life, none of these things sound bad to me. And if I do end up in some place where I am aware it is paradise, or heaven, or nirvana, that sounds good too. Only coming back to do it all again sounds scary to me, because that seems to imply I'll be held accountable for every breath.
Life could be so much worse than this being me right now.
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