It's funny. I lay here in bed, like I always do before turning in. I must admit it's almost like instinct, perhaps more developed and complex than that which is associated with lesser beings, but instinct none the less. In other words I, like everyone else on Earth, live life superficially. That is, we don't think about what we are doing any deeper than what affect it may have on our life, our future.

What is life, future... time, or being? It all seems so pointless yet without it there is NOTHING. Nothing in its most absolute sense. Not even empty space or void. I mean NOTHING. Genuine Nothing.

We can hardly comprehend this possibility, idea, thought... and this is all we do -- Think. The mind is the basis of all life and existence, as well as time. It is our thoughts alone which create the so-called world/universe we live in.

I would normally stop here, but let's go on. Why do I even bother getting up in the morning? Why do I go out with friends and strive to learn at school? Who really cares what my friends, parents, professors think? I could just lay here forever until I die because NOTHING doesn't care.

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So what comes after death? Perhaps you can answer the question, "What comes before birth?", since we have all experienced this. As far as I can "remember" there was NOTHING. My life consists of the building of my mind, my thoughts, over the past 19 years. I can think. It seems to make sense that after death we go back to NOTHING.

A certain instinct is causing me to end here and go to sleep. Alas, I return to my "life" once again.