If death is followed by the endless sleep of nonexistence, it won’t hurt. We won’t be there. If we are immortal, I have faith that immortality must be a shining thing to be anticipated with a glad heart.
Of course the riddle of life and death is still there like an unsolved puzzle, fascinating and sometimes terrifying. Maybe, as a remarkable book written years ago by a Russian says, “The universe is four-dimensional.” Four, five, or even six; in which case, our own three-dimensional limitations would make it impossible for us to see God, eternity, and the rest of it, even though they were