Afterlife...the unknown that is death...the disturbing nagging thought of nothing...of non-existence...of not knowing to knowing to not knowing...before birth...life...after death...from nothing to something to nothing...but there has always been something...it says so in history books...in stories and tales of the past...in photos and paintings...as though it was real...and it was to those who lived it...but to those who did not...the past blends with memories as they become the past…consciousness absorbs the sum total of history...but of death there is only hearsay...the experiences of those who have died and come back...claims of inexplicable dimensions...of fantastic realms...of sensing the reality of God...brain dead people returned from the ever after...perhaps chosen to relate their fate...sharing claims of untapped knowledge...of all questions answered...attempts to comfort the living...to let us know that we are loved...that all is well in the end...and what of the long dead...does the phantasmagoria go on forever...does it disappear when the brain is dust...when the corporeal dwindles to nothing...when the coffins and crypts are finally devoid of their contents...it is only a momentary comfort...a drop of salve on the course of eternity...a curve ball tossed at a dying batter...who swings and misses...out cries the umpire God...and the batter is gone
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