My only real problem in my (newly affirmed) strong atheism is that there is no room for an afterlife. When you're dead, that's it, the end. There is a tiny part of me that still wants to entertain some notion of continued existence, but that tiny part is outweighed by my overwhelming feeling (and the overwhelming evidence) that death is the end.
While I think Stile did a very good job responding to this, I wanted to throw in my own two cents. I struggle with this thought as well. I'm scared to death of ceasing to exist, and I'm an extremely curious person, so I want to know how the world is in a thousand years. I want to know if the human race has solved its pressing issues of the dya so it can finally move on to new pressing matters. But my most common solution is not to think about it. There's nothing I can do about it, so thinking about it just makes me feel depresed; not wanting to feel dperessed, the easiest thing is to just ignore it.
On the flip side, I've had people ask me, in all seriousness, why I don't believe in an afterlife if it makes me sad to think thee isn't one, and I can only answer, "Because my wanting it doesn't make it so. I wish I had enough money that I could quit work and explore the world. I wish no one had to suffer. I wish there was an afterlife where I could keep watch on the world. But every single one of these wishes has the exact same effect on reality, and I can't make myself believe in something."
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