Never Never Land?

Peter Pan lied when he said too die world be the greatest adventure. The way I see it is that to die would be the last adventure; and there are far too many others that one should have prior to death; and I imagine that since dying is in some beliefs is final; my perspective is that there are many many other grand adventures to have in ones journey; that are far greater than his claim.

That being said; I have often wondered where it is we go when we cease to exist here on this plane. Do we just simply cease? Do we go to some cloud city? Are we reborn? Or do we evolve to a higher being? What happens when we breath our last breath here; and the last beat from our heart shudders to a stop? Well the brain basically commits suicide in that moment sending out an electrical pulse that essentially renders it useless.

Since we all lose the same amount of mass when we die (one can assume that this might be our soul) there has to be something that continues on. Where does it go and what is it?

I didn’t used to think about the life after we depart this one; however the past three years of life have left me wondering; is this all there is? Is there something after this life? If there is what is it, and where do we go? I have a extremely difficult time believing that we go to some magic place in the clouds with a golden gate and a dude with a clip board. I also struggle with the being given a planet theory; although it would be pretty cool! There are many, vastly different ideas and thoughts on the subject relating to what happens when we cease to exist here on this plane.

Perhaps this is all simulated, what if each of us were our creators of anything and everything around us. For instance say nothing exists around me, everting is just empty space for hundreds of miles; no make that thousands of miles. Nothing exists until I imagine street of buildings then Imagine people and all of the sudden; there is extending outward for as far as one can see blocks of people and buildings~ does it exist because, I imagined it? Do each of our realities exist individually with some shared points? Is any of this real?

So where do we go when we stop here? Do we come back? Do we have free will? Or is this all predefined by some dude holding a globe in his hand? For now a man and his dog sit and ponder life, where we go after, and try to figure out how to enjoy it. The man working on getting out of survival mode; the dog sleeping away.