It kind of scares me to think that death and what happens after you cease to live on earth, is unknown. I mean, religion has forged our world history, and it has created so many religions upon which poeple have sacrificed their lives, willingly and unwillingly. To believe that their is no after lie and that we were accidentally formed by the collection of organic matter from the Big Bang is absurd. The odds of that happening are too infinite to even imagine. Our earth is not even a speck in teh galaxy in which reside. Couple that with ht efact aht our galaxy is one of billions upon billions upon trillions of galaxies in the universe. TO say htat their is no afterlife or that our being, our self, ceases to exist after death is quite depressing. I believe inteh afterlife but it scares me. The unknwon scares me, even though my grandfather and and grandmother have passed on. My mother and fahter, my brothers, and myself are all going to die someday. When an where is not known. That is sobering to think of.