Sure, after my body dies, it will be feeding the worms until there is nothing left. The river flow of atoms that was my body
during it’s life time from conception to grave, will be used by others, add infinitum.
As for ones conscious awareness, nobody knows. But I hope it’s oblivion, because any eternal existence would become a hell sooner or later. I gladly leave the future to my heirs.
Add. I gladly leave the future to my heirs, because I’m not grasping, clinging on to the impossibility of an eternal existence because I can’t bear the thought of me no longer existing. Death and oblivion is literally ‘nothing’ to be sacred of.
“Do you know where you will spend your eternity?”
Sure, after my body dies, it will be feeding the worms until there is nothing left. The river flow of atoms that was my body
during it’s life time from conception to grave, will be used by others, add infinitum.
As for ones conscious awareness, nobody knows. But I hope it’s oblivion, because any eternal existence would become a hell sooner or later. I gladly leave the future to my heirs.
Add. I gladly leave the future to my heirs, because I’m not grasping, clinging on to the impossibility of an eternal existence because I can’t bear the thought of me no longer existing. Death and oblivion is literally ‘nothing’ to be sacred of.