The possibility. That life may not be forever. That after
physical death. There is nothing. No more now. Absolutely nothing. Maybe that’s
the way human life was designed. To help motivate one. To live to the fullest.
Now. Because. At any moment. There could be no tomorrow. No now. The end,
period. For everyone. Even the most religious. The most devout. Doesn’t matter. The good and perceived bad, alike.
They all meet the same fate. After an instant of life. No more life. Of course,
that doesn’t stop one. From imagining. All sorts of scenarios. Such as
religions. That offer rewards. To the pious few. Those that toe the line. And follow the rigid
rules. The elite. The saints. But it’s
all right, too. To imagine. Salvation for everyone. No right or wrong. Everyone
survives. Or everyone perishes. It’s all for one. And one for all. All that
matters. Is living. Now. In a meaningful
way. Or perhaps. Without any meaning at all. An intriguing choice. To say
the least. –Jim Broede
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