“But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?” —Cicero
“I could not see how much Easy Cheese I was applying to each cracker.” —Hedberg
Where do I begin? Do we end... I’ve never felt any connection with the idea of an after-life. Heaven in its variety—certainly not the self-loathing quilt of Hell—has never made the slightest sense to me; elaborate guesses colored by hope and fear of hopelessness. Each option suggests a place; familiar relationships with peers and superiors; situations, causes and consequences we can fathom. They are the fondest wish for this life to continue and a corrosive dread that, continuing, it may change too much.
Still, the notion of ‘ascendance’ through understanding and knowledge has appealed to me. The suggestion that life/consciousness is a form of energy or field that transits the physical in oscillating waves of experience puts me most at ease. It sounds pleasant enough. But, again, from ‘whence’ to ‘where’?
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If this place is real; if reality is the sum total of the universe we inhabit; its constituent parameters and parts, knowable and not, ourselves, our kind and kindred constructs, animate or still; all possible... all conceivable… If this is it; now! Gone. All behind. Our futures are fabricated for peace of mind while puzzling over the past. If I am here, then I was certainly and will only ‘be’ but for the grace of maybe?
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Maybe. As I sit still, here and warm, relaxed in body if not in soul, the odds are good. Who knows? Tomorrow may yet come. A new year may yet ring.
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