Life is a dream and our beliefs create our reality. When we die we go back to our younger self and we don’t feel pain we just wake up from the dream and then have this weird feeling of losing all the memories or most of it.
There are infinite numbers of universes with an infinite number of copies of ourselves. Life is infinite.
neville was right about this. It makes sense. It never stops until you realize that it’s just a dream and then you go back to where you came from or you play the game again.
It makes sense why we have vivid dreams with sunlight. Like think about that for a second, where does light come from in our dreams? the pineal gland is our very own sun.
consciousness is ever expanding and infinite.
Cheers.