So what’s the good news? There is no good news I’m sad to say. You are dying in a universe that doesn’t care about you, a universe that, well, doesn’t think or feel at all. You can’t talk to it, pray to it, or beg that things will become any better than they are. There is no morality in the universe, no right and wrong. The universe doesn’t reward good and punish bad. You can’t change the composition of the universe by thought alone, you can’t visualize a better future nor can you think yourself thinner or richer. The only thing you really share with the universe is entropy. You are both dying, both gradually degrading and losing function.
Do you think about death, do you try to imagine it? That moment when vision and thought stops – forever. You can’t really do it effectively can you? The thinking mind can only contemplate objects. Death, although the name of a thing, is not an object or thing at all, it is the absence of objects, the loss of awareness. By definition you can’t think about nothing. You can stop thinking, or have no thoughts, but nothing cannot be a thought, cannot be contemplated. When we approach this edge of consciousness, this event-horizon of personal nothingness, we feel a moment of uncertainty, of fear. We experience vertigo and feel the truth of our predicament and the essence of our nature.
