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I would be pretty disappointed if I was still just me after death, and went to a happy place with golden streets and harps playing on every corner.
I'd also be disappointed to find out that all this was just created by some guy who wanted toys to play with.
I'm not sure why the idea of heaven is more bearable than the idea that we're all part of a great whole, and that when we die, we lose the concept of self entirely.
You know, life is energy, and that energy doesn't disappear after death. But consciousness of self obviously will. That energy is recycled into the food chain. Most people can't seem to handle that thought, but it doesn't scare or disturb me a bit. In fact, I think the thought is more liberating than the thought of spending eternity trapped in a land called heaven.
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