I come to terms with this by realizing that the alternative is true horror. Can you imagine eternal stagnancy as a disembodied human soul? Never experiencing an

I come to terms with this by realizing that the alternative is true horror. Can you imagine eternal stagnancy as a disembodied human soul? Never experiencing anything new, endless bliss or pain would be indistinguishable or result in withdrawal and self-annihilation. At least if my body dies, it will still change over time and become something else. I think of a soul as the wave of my life passing through time. It will continue after I die, the ideas and things I create will propagate through time like the wind of a butterfly's wings touching the souls and lives of those around me. It could create a hurricane, or dissipate into meaningless tiny changes. Eventually though chaos mixes the souls of everyone into entropy.