I believe in an afterlife, but I’m also fine with the idea that there is none. To me this whole thing about meaning of life and why are we here, and whether there is or isn’t an afterlife, is something that I’ve accepted I can not understand, nor do I need to. Just like when children are just learning basic things like walking and talking and grabbing things, you can’t expect them to comprehend extremely complex things. If they claim to understand them, then there is a very good chance that they actually don’t, but simply think that they do. Like “I know how television and radio works: you switch them on!” In the same way, you can’t expect children to get everything right, and when they don’t, you can’t punish them disproportionately. That would make no sense.

I become quite happy when I accept the “child of the universe” role and try to focus on the simple things that are within my grasp. It is not my job to understand how everything works, even though I do examine everything and try to understand it. So I guess what I’m trying to say that it’s great to be curious and ponder about things, but it’s also great to be able to admit that I simply don’t know everything and I don’t have to. The world will continue to function the way it functions regardless of my comprehension of it. Death and what happens after that are out of my hands, no matter what I do, so why worry?