Death. It Doesn't Have To Be Boring.

Every Mode Of Travel Has Its Signature Mental Aberration.

In The Words Of The Late Francis Crick...you, Your Joys And Your Sorrows, Your Memories And Your Ambitions, Your Sense Of Personal Identity And Free Will, Are In Fact No More Than The Behavior Of A Vast Assembly Of Nerve Cells And Their Associated Molecules. (13)

The Broader The Topic, The Easier It Is, Not Only To Fill A Book, But To Set The Bar Pretty High For Really Great Stuff.

It Would Be Especially Comforting To Believe That I Have The Answer To The Question, What Happens When We Die? Does The Light Just Go Out And That's That-the Million-year Nap? Or Will Some Part Of My Personality, My Me-ness, Persist? What Will That Feel Like? What Will I Do All Day? Is There A Place To Plug In My Laptop?

Normally I Object To Strangers Beaming Force Fields Into My Brain.