Was discussing the events after death with a friend.

She said she felt dread in knowing that once we are gone, it’s like it never happened and is just erased from existence. At least from our perspective. So I asked how do you know it never was? And how do you know it hasn’t already been an infinite amount of times? And what does our perspective matter after we kick the bucket? It’s not like we’re here to experience it anymore. Life is tangible, whether it all be a collective dream or a brain in a vat or just evolutionary happenstance, i know for certain that I experience things and things experience me. One day that will not be the case, and I accept it. Impermanence is nothing to be afraid of. What matters most, at least in terms of my modern human existence, has always been in front of me here and now in the present moment. Still, I’m in my 20s, and who knows what else I’ll learn on the way out. Just brain-dumping.