"When you're dead, you're dead."

Let's face it, bar those with a self-deceptive and intellectually dishonest sense of direction in life, no one in this country believes in Jesus Christ as their lord and saviour anymore. The common conception is that once you're body dies, experience ends. If this is the case, why care about anything at all? Once each individual dies, it'll be like they never existed. This is both liberating and terrifying. Liberating in the sense that if you keep this in mind, you shouldn't ever feel the need to "get" or "achieve" anything, but terrifying in the sense that one day you will cease to exist forever.

The Hindus believe in reincarnation. That is, when you dies your essential energy goes and incarnates into another life form, usually human. But does anyone really wish to live another human life, let alone a severe multitude of them? Human existence is largely unpleasant; we are detestable cretins, yet many of us pretend like we're not.

Of the detestable cretins that we are, those of us who put on the façade of "life is so wonderful" are among the most insufferably cretinous. Life is depressing. You can make the best of it, and even by and large have a good time, but that doesn't negate the fact that our essential situation is miserly.

Having said all that, maybe, just maybe, there is in fact a far more substantial existence waiting for us after we die, heaven if you will, and this life is just some sort of test. If that's the case I'm going to kick who ever invented this dire kip straight in their divine balls.

Thoughts?