Rampant egos abound. Anyone who’s given it a moment’s thought can see that eternal life imprisoned in the hollow shell of who we are now would be absolute torture.

Besides, we do live forever. Or at least exist. Everything we’re made of comes from the Big Bang. The only part of us that doesn’t get recycled and reused is the ego; the worst part of us.

I’m with you. There’s no need for me to go on forever. It’s not even desirable. We get our time in the sun, then move on so someone else can take our spot. If we can get over ourselves, it’s not hard to see the beauty in that.