Hmm. I'm afraid of dying painfully and before I've done as much of the stuff I want to do as I want. I'm not afraid of being dead, since I don't believe I will be there for that part, I expect I'll be extinguished like a burnt-out light bulb. It's only if I believe that there IS an afterlife that being dead becomes problematic. Will I meet the minimum qualifications to enter heaven, they're a little vague, despite how authoritatively some preachers list them out? If I do make heaven, will it be as good as it's cracked up to be? Even if I like it, will I still be able to stand it after a trillion years? Will I still really be me if my loved ones who didn't make it don't trouble me? If 'ghosthood' a possibility? Maybe I watch over my descendants, as long as they remember me.
Really, an afterlife opens up SUCH a can of worms, I think it may be more comforting to think there isn't one.
Really, an afterlife opens up SUCH a can of worms, I think it may be more comforting to think there isn't one.
I'm not anti-Christian. I'm anti-stupid.
