Today I said ‘We are not here forever.’But the more I think on that, the less sure I become.I wonder...

Today I said ‘We are not here forever.’

But the more I think on that, the less sure I become.

I wonder if death is the same as birth.  I don’t remember the moment I came into the world.  I have a first memory, but I know I existed before that moment.  And my sense of self was a gradual thing.  A build up over time.

Maybe this is not true of everyone.

But in the absence of a clear marker of my beginning, the time before ‘me’ is a strange nebulous thing that extends infinitely.  It has no marker.

And I wonder if death is the same.  You can know it is coming.  It can build up over time.  Or it can be a sudden jarring thing.  But, potentially, there will be no ‘me’ after the moment of death to mark it’s moment.

Without a beginning or end, is that not infinity?

Was our time here not ‘forever?’