I have been a die-hard atheist for well over a year now, and before I officially 'came out' as an atheist I had never really bought the bullshit creation story.
That said, I don't necessarily think that when we die, we just... die. Something else has to be happening while my veins turn to soup and maggots start having orgies in my heart. I do believe that our bodies do become cafeteria lunch meat, but what about our thoughts?
I honestly can't believe that my perspectives, my beliefs, my individual thoughts just... disappear. I'd much rather be a drifting thought bubble taking up space in the Sunday newspaper. Preferably Charlie Brown. Or Garfield. Definitely not Family Circus. Dumb shits.
Whenever I think about what happens after death, I can't see myself not experiencing life. I believe whole-heartedly that I will experience life again.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think this has anything to do with souls or golden roads, but I do think that I will be born again, be raised by a family, etc, etc. What I don't know is, will it all happen the exact fucking way it did this go-round? Is eternity just living the same life over and over again without even realizing it? Can it be changed? If I die from a Viagra overdose in this life, will I die that way in the next?
I know I just contradicted myself, but I don't give a shit, I'm just writing as I think this stuff.
Sometimes when I get in philosophical moods, I try really hard to think of something from a past life but I can never get anything. When I try to think of living in a next life as a nipple piercer, I get the weirdest feeling. Not in my nipples, by the way, but a wave of something washing over me, and I know that there has to be something after I die of drowning in sperm whale diarrhea, and that is a lot more faith than most Christians have in whatever the hell they believe in.
Whoa, that was deep.
