An old friend on Facebook asked me if I believed in any kind of afterlife, and if there is such a thing, how it might give our lives meaning. He also asked about whether such a belief might influence me, or if it could even be connected to my truest innermost self, perhaps my creative or expressive self. The following is a modified version of my response.
I tend to chase spur of the moment thoughts, ideas, etc. Bad habit. Could be that I am being true to myself, but who is that, exactly? I doubt that this mind activity is connected to any conscious conception of an afterlife. Also, where is the spiritual awareness in the absence of some kind of tranquility? This seems the opposite.
With regard to an afterlife… no, I’m not sure that I do believe in one. Perhaps a continuum — of energy or possibly even archetype — that re-manifests in infinite forms, infinitely across all strata of existence/nonexistence.
I’d like to believe we’re here to become better acquainted with the fact of impermanence so that we might waken to compassion. No afterlife required.