"I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking." - Carl Sagan
Oh, how I want to believe. How comforting it would be. Everyday it makes more and more sense. I'll never deny the possibility, no. For I am somewhat a non-practicing Muslim. The ambiguity in the origin of life permits this belief, and I'm content with that. The problem is, I can't seem to find it anywhere else.
What does happen when you die? It's elating to imagine you looking down at your feet, atop clouds beside pearly white gates. But what if it doesn't? Do you remember what your life was like before you were... two years old? No? Then why would it be odd to presume the same thing happens upon death? It does seem like an afterlife is nothing more than wishful thinking.
Sigh.
But what is our purpose? The multiverse hypothesis sounds so ridiculous. What's the point of all this? Space is too god damned big. Why is the universal speed limit the speed of light? What the hell is the point of all this...
It may be wishful thinking, but there are reasons to believe. Until discoveries come about that shatter contemporary thinking, I'm sticking to what makes me happy; there's not enough proof to tell me I'm full of shit.
Seems like there never will be.
Good night/morning.
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