Death

So what of death? Why bother with it is my outlook. What will it be like? Well, probably exactly like the Battle of 1812, or Life under Constantin the Great, or the Great Schism, or when the first mitochondria crawled inside the walls of another cell, or the emergence of the first atoms, or how about the Big Bang. Do you remember any of these events? But if you are composed of a persistent soul or energy you must! But more than likely, all the history before your birth was an infinite instantaneous nothingness. A void so profound that blackness can't even come close to describing it for blackness connotes SOMETHING. There will be no pain after we die. There will be no joy either. Do not be upset, you wont. You wont even not care. You wont do ANYTHING. Back to the infinitesimal void whence we came. Not personalities, or thoughts, or dreams, or souls, just the sum of our cognitive properties. Does that sound bleak? Oh too bad because we've got a whole fucking life here begging to be addressed. To echo the words of the great Jim Watson "Gee your life must be pretty bleak if you don't think there's a purpose." "But I'm anticipating having a good lunch."