It’s life Jim….

I was having a sneaky read of The Guardian at work today.  The topic was death.
More precisely, our fear of death.

A lot of the comments suggested that what people feared most was dying a painful death.

I don’t fear pain.  I sleep with pain, wake with it and have lived with it everyday day for the last 8 years.

And no, I don’t mean spiritual existential pain, but actual physical pain.

Pain I can come to terms with.  Yes, it grinds you down, can make you numb.  But it’s known.

Pain is not the thing I fear about death.

I fear the idea that I will cease to exist.  That the thing that makes me me, can and will vanish.

Where will I go?  Where will my thoughts go?  How can I just not be here?
To vanish into darkness, how is that possible?  I mean really?  How can the sum total of all our experiences and feelings over the course of our lives just disappear in the blink of an eye?

Maybe there’s a heaven, or at the very least an afterlife.

But maybe there’s not.

What if there’s not?

 

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