As people get older they inevitably lose more of their friends and family. The doctrine that binds them to the “truth’ like superglue is the doctrine of the resurrection. They ache to see their dead rise.
So … I die. There is no doubt that death is final, there is no soul, and nothing lives on, I am ......dead. The resurrection creates a clone that is like me, it is a bit like me, it has the same memories and mental processes. It is however not and never will be ……ME. I am …..dead, I will always be …..dead.
The clone that replaces me may not even look like me according to the WT. The image of people running from opened graves into the arms of their loved ones is a fallacy. They would not even be recognised. The disciples walked straight past Jesus. The resurrected and Armageddon survivors will be a strange mixture of “real” people and clones. Imagine “West World” on a colossal scale.
When I die (and I will), I will be either gone forever or as a resurrected one nothing more than an animated blow up doll pretending to be me. I want no part of it.
Am I being too cynical? Have I got it all wrong? Is the whole premise of living forever as a resurrected person just a masturbatory fantasy? It is just as much an illusory carrot as the generation.
You couldn’t make it up.