After Death, What?

After death, what then? Nothing. Is that it? Yes, it’s all over. But isn’t that sad? Yes, it is sad. But what is even sadder, however, is that our lifetime on this earth is but a fraction of a millimeter or a split of a second as compared to the life of eternity and on a planet that is so insignificantly tiny. 1,000 planet earth can fit inside the Planet Jupiter which, in turn, is also so tiny in that 100,000 Jupiters can fit inside our Sun. Ours indeed is but an iota of existence. In the meantime, when a atheist admits with all intellectual honesty that life began as a fluke, that we live as a farce, and that we end up as a fertilizer – the atheist is not being a sanctimonious hypocrite. He means it. Shakespeare was not being facetious when he wrote of this truth: “When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great stage of fools.” Poch Suzara.