... On Nothing.
For whatever reason - shallow egoism, I guess - I have never expected that I will cease to exist. I think that once something or someone is, it is for good and all in some way, shape, or form. Death is change, not obliteration. This, as I say, is just how I have always felt.
Update: Dave Lull reminds me that I was on to nothing just this Friday: Can there be nothing?
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