A Sure Afterlife

We don't often consider death and how it fits into the bigger experience we call Existence.

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“The game of life is hard to play. We’re going to lose it anyway.” – Marilyn Manson

Death’s an eerie thing. Gloomy. Quiet. Dark in how it vibes.

The most solitary, most alone anyone will ever be.

And yeah, I said life. Didn’t mess up. Death’s a part of life, not the opposite of it. Not the final curtain drop. Just another stage. Another twist in this mess we call existence. There’s more after.

Right?

There has to be.

You tell me there’s a heaven. A hell. A tunnel of light. A reincarnation cycle. Maybe I come back as a worm, a king, a stain on the sidewalk. Maybe I get to be pure energy pulsing through the void.

Or maybe I get nothing.

That’s the part that gets me.

Theists act like they’ve got the answers in their back pockets, folded up like a church pamphlet. Atheists act like they know nothing is waiting. That the lights just shut off. Both are guessing. Both are bluffing.

There’s more… right?

What did Shakespeare mean, “or not to be”? What the hell is not being?

Let’s say a person’s born without any senses. No sight. No sound. No touch, no taste, no smell. Floating in a vacuum. No color, no static, no anything.

Are they dead?

No. They’re still there. Still existing. Their lack of perception doesn’t erase them.

But if you strip everything away—every sense, every thought, even the awareness of existing—then what?

That’s real nothingness. Right?

Except you wouldn’t be there to perceive it. So how do you know it’s there? How do you know nothingness is real if no one can experience it?

If it can’t be perceived, it can’t be.

So… you can’t die.

Not really. You just can’t perceive not being.

Maybe we bounce around this loop we call life. Maybe we go up or down. Maybe we turn into something greater, something bigger, something unfathomable.

There has to be more… right?

Infinity is supposed to account for everything. Everything means everything. Every possibility, every contradiction. There has to be something greater than us, just as there has to be nothing greater. Both have to exist.

But in order for something to exist, something has to perceive it.

So perception is the one thing infinity doesn’t split.

If it can’t be perceived, it can’t be.

Then what does life look like on the other side of death?

Maybe death isn’t at the end. Maybe it’s somewhere in the middle.

I don’t know what’s happening here. I don’t know what this is. I can only try to understand, but in the end, I’m just pretending.

There’s no way to know what life is. What death is. What this entire mess even means.

But one thing feels solid.

This shit goes on forever.

One way or another.

And that’s almost a relief.

Immortality. Whether we live or die.