If I had believed in anything, I would’ve probably killed myself
I came to the threshold and nobody was there. Nobody. Nobody saying DON’T DO IT or DO IT. There was only me, my own mind. My own light. I had no belief in supernatural powers, only a mind that said maybe. Maybe there are aliens or gods influencing what happens here on earth, or who are a part of my thinking, my feeling, my existence. Maybe not. Maybe we become them when we die, maybe not. Maybe we become them in trillions of years when we transcend physical bodies, maybe there is no difference, maybe we become patterns and ideas, maybe we have always been here. Maybe everything is just black and over when you do it and maybe not. Maybe this is just a dream and maybe not. Maybe this mind is a function of matter and maybe vice-versa and maybe both or none of that woo-woo. Maybe there is reincarnation, maybe on this earth, maybe as an ant, as there are so many of them, maybe as a starving child, since there are so many of them, maybe not, maybe on some faraway world. Maybe not.