I used to have a great horror of the thought of death, of the end of my existence and the loss of my individual awareness. I yearned for some guarantee of immortality, spiritual or technological, which could guarantee my continued existence. I don’t have that same craving any longer. I’ve reconciled myself to the idea that the world doesn’t need to cater to my personal vanity that way.
I would like it, though, it would please me, if the Akashic Record really did exist: if there really were some level of the universe upon which every event which has happened, every word which has been spoken, even every thought which has crossed every mind, persists. And there’s reason to think, given what we know about quantum physics, that it might.
Given that, I could surrender my bones to join the rest of the dead, knowing that nothing was lost, that I was joining a well-educated Earth.
The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Everything changes, everything ends."
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