I believe that death is the complete sessation of your consciousness. No Heaven or Hell, no reincarnation, no haunting, no reunions or stats or respawns or extra goes at the game of life. No sensation of blackness, no sensation of emptiness or loneliness or nothingness. You don't get to enjoy your freedom from corporeality or existence. There is no eternal relief.
It scares the everloving shit out of me. When my mind wanders to the subject I have to distract myself before I get that dizzying, melting, slowly collapsing feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Sometimes I like to imagine a collapsing universe will accelerate the rate of computation enough that my consciousness can spontaneously arise amidst the chaotic mush, but I can't make heads or tails of what that experience would be, so I go back to trying to distract myself with singing or eating or something.
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