Someone asked me earlier today why I was concerned with death. They wanted to know why, if I didn’t believe in any afterlife, I was making it such a big thing.
Death preoccupies people because it is such a big thing. We have such a fleeting existence in this eternity, in such a beautiful universe and fabulous life. Shame it is so short. I shall be very sad to say goodbye to it. But it fills me with wonder and ecstasy to think that evolution has given me the senses and brain to develop the consciousness to appreciate it.
I aim to make the most of every minute.
I’m glad that many of you feel that one day you will die and wake up with a perfect body – just like Jesus. Personally I’d prefer a perfect body just like Halle Berry. But I don’t think either of those things is ever likely to happen. It sounds a bit too much like human wishful thinking and inability to cope with the idea of death. We find it hard to believe the universe will go on for ever and that we won’t be here.
I’m OK with that.
I’m not looking forward to it but the idea of spending infinity doing anything, even the most wonderful things, is my idea of hell. Everything, even bliss, gets boring after a while, so to imagine it going on for trillions of years is bad enough, for ever is really dismaying.
It’s kind of nice to have such a short time and make the most of it – like a short holiday from oblivion.