On death, dying and the ever after.

Personally speaking aside from brief moments of fear there isn’t much else but death. Death in it’s finality. The end.

We’re on the earth to make more of us. That’s all. More of us by procreation. Ensuring the existence and continuation of the species. That is all.

No big plan, no grand design. And no ever-after.

We’re remembered if we’re lucky for a few years or so, by an large, unless you’re someone famous, and then your name and deeds may live on in folklore.

However ashes to ashes and all that, and that’s all there is. There is no other place we go to, no afterlife where we hang around handing out cryptic messages to dodgy people who claim to be able to talk to the dead, none of that.

We stop, it’s over. We lived we died, we laughed, we cried. That’s all there is.

And I think that’s where we hang our hat on the after-life or reincarnation or whatever our personal belief system is. We think we’re more significant, special, and that means that there must be more right? Nope.

I get the need to believe that there is more, I get that some people think they can talk in cryptic to the dead, I do. However you’re all having a laugh, and you need to exercise you’re imagination a little to ponder why it should be that after your four score and ten on the earth you get a couple billion years in some other place?

Oh of course I could be wrong, but then it’ll be that’s pleasantly surprised and if I’m right we’ll never know.