Yes and no. The inconceivability of nothingness that will inevitably eclipse my existence and render the inner worth of all personal experiences for naught, forever and without relent, is both unnerving and depressing. I enjoy being, life, and once it's over, it's really finished. On the other hand, every moment is a death of sorts, and though memories sometimes fill me with a sense of loss, I don't lose a whole lot of sleep over the past--so why do so over the future?
He who loves God cannot endeavour that God should love him in return - Baruch Spinoza
