Title: The Lines We Follow
I'm not one for much of the thought of the afterlife. I tend to feel like, when the essence of your being leaves your body, that is it. The transmission is over. Just like when a television is shut off. The transmission is done. Although, it is not a perfect analogy because even when the television is shut off, the broadcast is still flowing. Which jars me, because it is hard to explain how I feel the earthly selves we are, just stops.
I don't think any of our major belief systems are true in any sense, unless all are true and you ascend to your self designed “heaven”, “hell”, what ever. People make up their own endings to life, and I am fine with that, as long as it doesn't cause problems for others. Life sucks as it is, just enough for me to care when some make it harder for the other. And with my thoughts of the afterlife being nothing, why would you ruin someone's only time on earth that we know of? It doesn't gain in the end for Earth's society, it doesn't gain for the well being of mankind, it doesn't generate a core of sufficient sacrifice towards happiness for anyone but yourself.
And yet, what if we, myself, are just a brain in a vat? Then I am living a life that is pre-programmed for me. This life is confusing because the lines that we follow have no ending that we can see. The questions will always come, but some will just never be answered. Where did we come from, how did evolution start, are there gods, and if so, why did they put us here, why did they program this damned computer with my brain, how the fuck does this hypothetical brain survive outside a human body and still follow the program?
I will finish this with a lyric that makes me feel fine in the end. “When all this is over, heaven knows I'm going no where. I was only dreaming. Censored for a deeper meaning.” Hollywood by Zeromancer
