[throwaway73838]

Well, I think of it like this. I’ve had big nights that I don’t remember at all, from drunkenness. That doesn’t mean that I didn’t experience those events. I just don’t remember them. Similarly, I’ve had experiences in dreams that don’t make sense when spoken about, because there’s no frame of reference. How can you can you adequately describe or make sense of colors which don’t exist in our reality?

I think the mystery of existence is part of what makes it special. And somehow, though it’s a kind of comfort to imagine that there is nothing in the great beyond, I sympathize with those who would hope for the best but plan for the worst.