The World Ends when you Die

 

(Picture Credit - Apollo 17, NASA)

 

I have to come back to this again. You do not need a Mayan Calendar to tell you when the world will end. The world ends when you die. 

Am I a bit depressed this week? Maybe. I cannot help myself returning to this thought. You do not need a Mayan Calendar to say when the world will end. It’s simple. The world will end when you die.

I know this is a horrible thought. That unthinkable shooting incident in Connecticut makes me feel this way. Yet when you go you are no longer here to experience the world in any way. To all intends and purposes when you die there is no more world, USA, England, sunshine, weather... Nothing. Just nothing. The Universe might as well have not existed in the first place. All gone. We are but crumbling flowers or leaves.

The only hope is that magically we are something spiritual. Magic is about the right word. We must hope that we are more than our material bodies. That we have a spiritual soul.

I hope to live forever. Most religions offer such. I get the impression that Christians are somewhat suspicious of Spiritualists. They warn against using Ouija Boards, for example.

Over hundreds and thousands of years we moved from believing in a “pantheon” of Gods (Greek, Roman etc.) to worshipping “One True God”. Actually my instincts tell me that there may be one true race of Gods, but that’s mere detail.

I am not bothered about any god. All that matters to me is what happens to me and you. If that’s an immature attitude, tough. Immortality Please. Let’s Hope.

 Paul Butters