I don’t dispute that there is a lot fear bound up in the idea of death, but I disagree that accepting that our existence is finite all has to be terrifying. I a

I don’t dispute that there is a lot fear bound up in the idea of death, but I disagree that accepting that our existence is finite all has to be terrifying. I actually find the idea finality comforting: It gives meaning to my life, and a bounded scope to my concerns (which is not to say I don’t care what happens after I die… until the moment I die I expect to have concerns about the future of those I care about, but I know ultimately there is a limit to my influence and responsibility). On the other hand I view concerns about the afterlife to actually be somewhat depressing. So much time and energy from the limited time we actually have being spent on some fantasy that is completely unverifiable, and so much of it motivated by fear (of hell, emptiness, a vengeful god, etc). To state my view point simply: The unknown is scary, concerning oneself with an afterlife (or singularity, life extension, etc) is a coping mechanism to avoid processing that fear, whereas admitting that our existence is finite is an acceptance that there are things we can’t know, can’t prepare for, and that we shouldn’t waste our time on.