Flowing into consciousness, separating one from one's inner worth, one discovers the real depth of one's basic level of importance.
One carries one's foundation of one's meaning, the presence of one's gnosis, and the weight of the burden held.
Sharing this knowledge, like sharing the value of consciousness, becomes a calling to one of the unessessary challenges one meets in the attempt to explain the real meaning of what does exist beyond the occurance of one's present existance.
It becomes unnecessary to try to prove any belief beyond that value that is present in the memories that is possessed by those that will remain after one's death. And I know that most of those memories will eventually desist to wisps of thoughts, and eventually dissappear. Some of those thoughts and memories will be passed on to others, and then sometime on to further persons still, one would hope, can't one.
Some beleive that there's a heaven, a reward of sorts, to go to, to arise from the death that will come to all that survive now.
The conent of this 'heaven' still remains a mystery and the construction of this savory illusion of everlasting post death, forever and ever, will be a re-joining of all that have died, and the many untold millions that expired before them, a party joined by any and all.
There are many explanations of what will be there in the containers, food, drink, furniture, and such....none really fits the environment in which any structure of this size could exist...one could describe this phenomena as nearly implausable, to outright impossible. But it might exist, thrones and all.
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I'll be happy to leave a memory of myself to those that survive me, and hope for the best to one's remains, or gaseous 'spirit' in my case.
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So much for consciousness and the gnosis that surrounds it, at my age, I can recognize the difference between the two of them.
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'mud