I’m sort of halfway in between. I know that when I die I won’t be aware of anything because I will cease to have awareness. That’s a little scary, but only if you see it as nothingness. It’s sort of like the absence of nothingness, I think.

It’s a little bit foolish or at least in-human to not fear death. I mean, no one’s ever returned. It’s disappearing somewhere that no one can explain because no one’s experienced it first hand. I can’t help but be reminded of Hamlet’s soliloquy.