When I die, either there is an afterlife, or there is nothing and I won't know it.That sounds stupidly obvious when I write it here, but it is a huge, somewhat comforting epiphany for me. Essentially, if there's nothing out there, I won't be conscious of it or able to contemplate the ramifications. And that means it's nothing to worry about.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Today I'm reading a book called How to Live: A Search for Wisdom from Old People by Henry Alford. I can't directly credit the author for this insight I had this morning, but the book -- along with the imminent anniversary of my grandfather's departure -- sort of put me in the right frame of mind for it. Anyway, here it is: