“ The real question of life after death isn't whether or not it exists, but even if it does what problem this really solves. ”
I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.
The more likely we are to assume that the solution comes from the outside, the less likely we are to solve our problems ourselves.
The beginning of all beings is veiled, beings manifest in the middle, and unmanifest again on death. Then, why lament this truth?
Somewhere along the way in your life, the world and its people will have a problem with you. That's their problem. Not yours.
The easy confidence with which I know another man's religion is folly teaches me to suspect that my own is also.