the first time someone pointed out to me that i wasn't alive before i was born and i don't suffer any trauma from that "experience", i stopped needing to wish upon an afterlife. oddly enough, that's how i realized that death is actually just an illusion. all the stuff that makes you you will still all be here and exist. it will just be different.
instead of existing as a creation of your own neurobiology, your essence exists as a reflection in the neurobiology of others. instead of being a watery sack of meat and electrolytes, you'll be converted into metabolites and aether as your biome reduces your components for recycling
or, if you're my mother, stuck in a wall in southeastern michigan with the rest of your weird, gigantic family until the earth crashes into the sun and we can be fused on the quantum level as the star implodes so we can be spat out together as the new god of whatever universe happens on the other side of the resulting singularity (which i'm just assuming is my mother's plan, considering how many books about theoretical physics she owns, you know, because).
there is nowhere that we "go" when we "die", and frankly, i don't want to leave. reality isn't just where i live. it's what i am, and i'm staying here. we're all staying here.
where else is there to be?
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