Ironically, my biggest fear in life isn’t ‘in’ life. Its that nothing will happen after life. That when I die, I’ll simply cease to be, and obliterate into oblivion. That I won’t wake up in the cosmos and be bewildered by the grandeur of it. That I won’t perceive the infinite magnitude of the universe then because my former human body was too limited to perceive it. That I won’t see God, in whatever form I have known him/her, or in whatever true form God exists.
It’s a strange little predicament to house in my mind. But the magnanimity of the universe is an element of relentless curiosity for me. I like to believe that the magical, colossal world out there is something we shall experience once we shed the human form and return to it. At this point in time, even science, the greatest tool that we have to practically understand the universe, admits to its own incompetence in fully understand the world we live in. There may come a day when the tool is capable of perceiving more but I doubt it’ll happen in my lifetime.
Spirituality is the other awesome tool at our disposal to understanding the universe. However, we all are bound by the framework of religion, which offers a path to spirituality but at the same time, limits our ability to truly implement it to its fullest capacity. I don’t believe that anyone alive has yielded spirituality to its fullest extent and truly understood the meaning, purpose and the magnitude of the universe. Though it is a comforting means of connecting to the intangible, it is a difficult one and, one that I believe, no one can truly and fully harness in one lifetime.
Both tools are capped by one factor – limitations of the human body that erodes with time and eventually dies. The consciousness, however, is scientifically distinct from the physical body and we have good reason to believe that it lives on after the body is obliterated. And so, there’s a good chance that we live on as our consciousness after death and experience the source in its raw, most potent and miraculous form.
I don’t intend to mean that I look forward to death; life is a gift that I hope to live to the fullest, but I like to imagine that death is a portal that leads us to the other, more magnificent side. I actually fear that there is a good chance that its not the case and the atheist assumption about nothingness is true. Sigh. What pointless tantrums the overthinking mind throws.
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