As if You Had To Ask . . .

Yep. As if you did. If you did, you came to the right place.

Let's get one thing straight, right on the table, here. Can we do that? See? It isn't that difficult! What is black? Is black gray? What color is it if painted on a wall? Is it "Shades of black?" Nope. It's just black.

What is sunshine? Is sunshine a concept? Or is it gamma rays bursting through 98 million miles of space? Or is it hearts and flowers and buzzing bees in a meadow? WHAT IS SUNSHINE?

Now let me ask: WHAT IS DEATH? Oh, now, stop it, your little instinctive shying away.

Here's the reality, and if you don't understand it, you NEED to see a professional. Death is the ABSENCE OF LIFE. BLACK IS THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT.

There are no twenty dancing virgins. There are no amazing beams of light dancing on clouds with a munificent bearded God smiling softly at the pearly gates.

Trust me, you may see some "brilliant white light" as you descend into the abyss, but it's only your cerebral cortex descending into panic mode.

Negative viewpoint? You might say. But short of trusting some bearded stranger hanging around in the Cosmos idly creating galaxies, what more am I expected to believe?