I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.
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The yearning for an afterlife is the opposite of selfish it is love and praise for the world that we are privileged, in this complex interval of light, to witness and experience.
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Cast aside those who liken godliness to whimsy and who try to combine their greed for wealth with their desire for a happy afterlife.
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He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.
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Conversation<br/><br/>God and I in space alone...<br/>and nobody else in view...<br/>And where are all the people,<br/>Oh Lord I said,<br/> the earth below<br/> and the sky overhead<br/>and the dead that I once knew?<br/>That was a dream, God smiled<br/>and said: The dream that seemed to<br/>be true; there were no people<br/>living or dead; there was no earth,<br/> and no sky overhead,<br/>there was only myself in you.<br/>Why do I feel no fear? I asked,<br/>meeting you here in this way?<br/>For I have sinned, I know full well<br/>and is there heaven and is there hell,<br/>and is this Judgement Day?<br/>Nay, those were but dreams<br/> the Great God said, dreams that have ceased to<br/> be.<br/>There are no such things as fear and sin; <br/>there is no you... You never have been.<br/>There is nothing at all but me.
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Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth<br/>All death will he annul, all tears assuage?<br/>Or fill these void veins full again with youth<br/>And wash with an immortal water age?
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I do not believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear
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I'm very moralistic, and I don't believe in anything. I see that this is the only life I have to live, and there's no afterlife, so I have to live it the best I can.
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I have some afterlife scenarios for him. On the day he dies, Nancy and all his victims will be waiting with God and watching as he burns in hell.
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It is a great pity we had only one bottle not enough to revive that proof of the afterlife, though enough to revive some gentle regrets
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Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.
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They are continuing that relationship with the person who has gone on; it's a testimony to their belief in afterlife.
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I lost the fear of death at the same time I lost the belief in an afterlife.
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He'd never asked for an exciting life. What he really liked, what he sought on every occasion, was boredom. The trouble was that boredom tended to explode in your face. Just when he thought he'd found it he'd be suddenly involved in what he supposed other people - thoughtless, feckless people - would call an adventure. And he'd be forced to visit many strange lands and meet exotic and colourful people, although not for very long because usually he'd be running. He'd seen the creation of the universe, although not from a good seat, and had visited Hell and the afterlife. He'd been captured, imprisoned, rescued, lost and marooned. Sometimes it had all happened on the same day.
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Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.
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I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking.
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I believe the simplest explanation is, there is no God. No one created the universe and no one directs our fate. This leads me to a profound realization that there probably is no heaven and no afterlife either. We have this one life to appreciate the grand design of the universe and for that, I am extremely grateful.
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If I convert it's because it's better that a believer dies than that an atheist does.
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It's an insidious idea, this notion that there is life after death. The promise of a reward in the afterlife has been used as an excuse to deny help to the poor, helpless and oppressed; to explain away human misery rather than deal with it. It is an idea that is used to encourage young men and women to kill themselves, and others, so that they can become martyrs. It allows victims of injustice to be told not to worry because justice will be done in the afterlife. It depresses me to think that so many people on the planet live their lives with this notion. Can we truly fulfill our potential as a species as long as we hold on to, and encourage, the perpetuation of the lie of life after death?
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I never wavered in my certainty that God did not exist. I was simply liberated by the thought that there might be a way to engage with religion without having to subscribe to its supernatural content - a way, to put it in more abstract terms, to think about Fathers without upsetting my respectful memory of my own father. I recognized that my continuing resistance to theories of an afterlife or of heavenly residents was no justification for giving up on the music, buildings, prayers, rituals, feasts, shrines, pilgrimages, communal meals and illustrated manuscripts of the faiths.
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When I began writing The Night Bookmobile, it was a story about a woman's secret life as a reader. As I worked it also became a story about the claims that books place on their readers, the imbalance between our inner and outer lives, a cautionary tale of the seductions of the written word. It became a vision of the afterlife as a library, of heaven as a funky old camper filled with everything you've ever read. What is this heaven? What is it we desire from the hours, weeks, lifetimes we devote to books? What would you sacrifice to sit in that comfy chair with perfect light for an afternoon in eternity, reading the perfect book, forever?
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The library would've cheered me up, most days. I loved the heavy oaken tables, the high walls stacked with books to the ceiling, the musty smell of old pages and the heavy brass fixtures that had gone dark with age and wear.
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The soul takes nothing with her to the next world but her education and her culture. At the beginning of the journey to the next world, one's education and culture can either provide the greatest assistance, or else act as the greatest burden, to the person who has just died.
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Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.
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Endings are not always bad. Most times they're just beginnings in disguise.
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