As I was drifting off to sleep last night, for maybe the first time in my life, I found the idea of no afterlife terrifying. The feeling has since passed, thankfully.
I tried to tell myself that I already “experienced” (if that’s the right word) nothingness before I was born, which is an argument I have used before to other people who found the idea of no afterlife unpleasant or unlikely. That didn’t help at all.
I think I simply thought about something else, and drifted off to sleep. My feeling on the subject today is back to my usual opinion, I see nothing at all to fear from nonexistence. I cannot even remember why I found the idea so awful. Maybe it was some form of basic self-preservation instinct that bubbled to the surface while other parts of my brain were shutting down for the night.