When I think about dying, it’s like my brain’s operating system just halts and catches fire. It’s this wall, and I just can’t see past it. I think everyone feels this, right? My gut tells me our brains use religion to get around knowing about death. It’s like our imagination fills in those missing pieces of that wall, creating an idea of an afterlife or some kind of continuation.

Now, I do believe our atoms keep going. Our atoms are in our brains, in our neurons, and they make up our memories. So maybe those atoms are forever changed in a way that makes them unique to each of us. The only way they truly vanish from the universe is if they fall into a black hole—and I’ve got my own theories on that for another time! It’s this weird feeling, this point in my mind I can’t see beyond. My spirituality, religion, and the idea of God help me fill that in and not be so scared. It kinda makes me wonder if this was all by design. If we were created, then the idea of an afterlife might have been created too. But who created us, and are they waiting for us, or were they just messing around with technology like us?