When you die your consciousness winks out. It doesnāt get recycled, it doesnāt carry on in bits of race memory in your childrenās genes, it doesnāt hover about in the ether waiting for prayers and indulgences to break you into a prison of eternal grace and endless communion with your co-delusionists. Infinity gets to loop on around without you... unless there is a cosmic elevator to an alternate universe where everybody who has ever lived in this galaxy is needed to populate that one because there arenāt enough souls to go around... and the buddha was almost right but he and jesus are going bowling to celebrate fatherās day because their husbands think they need a break from being hard working mothers for the last eight hundred years...














