There is nothing left to experience any void, as that experience would be something. Noone can experience death, only the moments leading to it. I feel pretty c

There is nothing left to experience any void, as that experience would be something. Noone can experience death, only the moments leading to it. I feel pretty comfortable with that. On the other hand, if there is life after death then perhaps you live on somehow but let's discount that as unprovable and quite possibly not the case. Dealing with the reality we do know, I comfort myself with the idea that, and this sounds cheesy, all is one. Not in some hippy, pantheistic way. More that our experience of ourselves as separate from anything else is itself an illusion. There are no things, not nothing but "no things". Everything is a giant process, everything interpenetrates everything else, nothing exists independent from anything else. This is a somewhat Buddhist view. I'm describing emptiness in a way (the Buddhist term not nothingness or some sort of nihilistic viewpoint). It seems like a totally logical way to see things and, for me at least, comforting. It's all one process and it's all relational. It's relations all the way down. One Buddhist teacher I like put it this way. "All of reality is a vibrating verb rather than a bunch of concrete nouns". So back to your point, this is tantamount to being part of that "infinite stream of energy" as you put it perhaps.