this life. But I like hearing your perspective. I think your first sentence helps me understand a lot more. It isn't that you live life in the firm belief that there is no life after this one. It is just that you put absolutely no trust or faith in there being one. I suppose I just marvel at the nonbeliever's ability to trudge forward and find joy and happiness in life despite considering death as the likely end of it all. When I try to envision living life without faith, I think of the dark times in my life when I have felt hopeless. Not happy times.

When I was little I started freaking out about limits or lack of limits to time and space. I told my dad that there had to be and end to the universe. "Like what?" he asked. "I dunno, like a big black wall." "What's behind the wall?" he followed. "Nothing. It goes on forever." "Exactly," he said. It was then I began to believe that putting limits on time, space and the soul was just as absurd logistically as believing them to be limitless. I suppose I can't really get my mind around either. But I don't think I'm supposed to. I'm glad you cling to life. I think that is definitely the right approach.