The older I get, the more I hope that life in the flesh forever ISN'T the final answer. I really want to live and experience things, but oblivion is much preferable to toiling on in this hellhole.
I mean, under what conditions would life in the flesh be enjoyable? Only where I wouldn't have to watch my friends get old and die, or die by accidents, or be crippled with arthritis, or unseated by Alzheimer's. It literally would require a million ACTUAL Jesus figures working around the clock, healing guiding and curing, to make this life bearable.
I work in a hospital, where I see every day how life can go on much much longer than it should. My definition of Hell would be to be the only healthy person responsible for tending to everyone else as they poop and dribble the last twenty years of their lives away.
All I want out of this life is to become a better person and fulfill my duties to others. When that's done, I want out. I'm tired of being scared all the time of war and pollution. If there is no life after death, then so be it. I desperately need there to be, so I believe in an afterlife and in a merciful God, but in my darkest hours I simply don't know a damn thing, only that it has to be better than here.
The clones can have the planet - I don't want it.
CZAR of the "Un-anointed and loving it" class