It’s been estimated that the human brain has somewhere between 1 terabyte and 2.5 petabytes of memory capacity. That’s a pretty big spread, but either way it’s a whole lot. A few rare individuals can even recall, exactly what they did, on any particular day of their lives. What they ate, who they spoke with, what the teacher talked about in class. Everything. Now, either they have unique storage retrieval abilities they we don’t have, or for some reason for most of us they are blocked. We may have them but not be able to use them.
So during our lives, we learn. About everything. We make mistakes, have successes, win fights, lose arguments, take trips, write poems, teach children, learn to cook, drive across country, help a friend, learn a skill, and become more human. And the reward for all of this is death. Just like flicking out a light switch, it’s all gone. Either by accident or illness, we all succumb to the end of our lives. I say it just isn’t fair. Not in the least. Few people are remembered past their deaths, or even past the deaths of those that remembered them. Very few. And history has a way or distorting reality so that it is likely that we never have a true picture of what someone was really like. Not the person that was known to close friends and relatives. Those parts of us die and are never brought to life. So again, I say it isn’t fair. What a reward for slogging through what might be a detestable life, or sailing through a rich rewarding life? It just ends.
That’s what I believe happens. There isn’t anything more. No heaven or hell, no rebirth, no afterlife to move ahead into some greater plane of existence. Just the end. And again, it’s not fair.