My brain started pondering (and that’s sometimes dangerous – the byproducts alone have almost killed me) while reading all these great posts in the various Carnivals and Symposiums, about what has to be the cruelest joke ever played on mankind – the idea of life after death. I don’t really have to expound on this one, it should be so obvious. I suspect that there have been literally millions of well meaning, good people who have lived and died, fervently believing that after they took their last breath, they would be in a better place. Their particular visions of heaven, or the afterlife, may have varied, but there is no doubt that they thought they’d, in some way, live on.
What a cruel joke to play on people. The only good thing one can say about it is that they’ll never really find out it was all for nought.
On the other hand, what if, just what if, at the moment we draw that last breath, we still have enough residual consciousness in our brain (we all agree that our consciousness resides exclusively in out brain, don’t we?) to realize that there is no afterlife, no heaven, no hell, no nothing? As we slowly fade out to non-existence, it suddenly dawns on us. It’s not true! I’m leaving. I’m not coming back. There is nothing I’m going to. No light to move toward. No loved ones to see in the afterlife. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
And it’s perfectly obvious in a matter of a split second.
Now wouldn’t that be the epitome of cruelty?