When I die, I want to be "recycled" in some way that effectively returns my parts to the environment. Currently thinking of donating my leftovers to a forensic boneyard.

Whatever happens, tho, I will go back into the mix, and some day will be part of other things, beings, worlds. . . .

That's pretty darn cool, even if ->I<- won't be there to appreciate it.

But the hard, cold, scary evidence, is that when we die, there's no review. We don't get to sit back and think "Huh! So that was my death!" We are GONE.

And that's a very tough nugget to swallow. So it's only natural that people look for something beyond that terminal moment. So continuation that someone makes SENSE of the madness of life. It HAS to be there. We WANT it to be there.

But in thousands upon thousands of years of searching, no one, no culture, no religion, no science, has ever been able to show even a glimmer of a hope that WE don't end when we die.

But we do.*

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* I've often observed that even out language resists the notion that death is the end. When we say "My father is dead," there is a slender sense of this being some kind of active state. He IS dead. It's something he's DOING, right now. Which is why I prefer to say "My father died."

Ahh, but a Universe* created by God -- a God who takes a personal interest in each and every one of us, THAT'S much more palatable!

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* A big problem lies in the cosmos that God created. Since the Bible was written, the "world" has expanded much beyond the horizon, and the stars have been pushed back into deep space, to become blazing suns in their own right.

The God of the Bible is much too SMALL. But we can't really make him bigger without him becoming Somebody Else.