The afterlife

The initial opening of the stargate. Stargate, 1994.
The initial opening of the stargate. Stargate, 1994.

 

Never send man where you have not sent the robot…

…or was it the monkey? I forget.

Humanity has done neither, yet the various religions talk about the afterlife as though we landed a rover and it has been sending back pictures and data. We have nothing scientific or empirical. There is no “proof.” What we have are cartoon-like descriptions in ancient texts, centuries-old paintings based on those texts, information gathered from trance readings, and speculative testimony from NDE victims. It is this lack of anything useful that led me to say that the trouble with the afterlife is that you have to die to find out what it is.

I don’t know what happens after death. I only know that we are all going to die. I don’t know what’s “over there” or if there even is a “there.” Whether we fall asleep or pass through a tunnel into a light, whether there are pearly gates and streets of gold, or whether it’s a desolate landscape that we wander, I cannot say. I am living my life, and I’ll have to let the afterlife take care of itself.

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