The cosmos that our scientists talk about inspires wonder. So too does our own existence. "Being" has been a big word in philosophy.
Life gives us awareness in varying detail of those with whom we associate and whose company we enjoy. We enjoy an awareness of the physical universe around us, and some of us enjoy knowing as much as we can about what is happening in the world, about current events and human history. Dying when he did, Julius Caesar has missed a lot of what has happened in the world, and the same will happen to me. But devoted to awareness as I am, I'm glad I am human rather than a mouse, cockroach, a chimp, my cat or dog.
Dying, as I see it, is forever. Our senses, our knowledge and our consciousness I believe to be functions of our brain. I have seen or have heard of no evidence of consciousness continuing after death. I have not heard the voice of anyone whom I know to have died. I do not believe my parents or others I have known who have died are aware of what I'm doing. And I don't think that after I die I'll be able to look upon those still living.
But I can be thankful for the awareness that I have had (beginning in the year 1933). Awareness gives life meaning. I'm talking about an awareness of the actual rather than fooling myself with fantasies.
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