Sum: Tales from the Afterlives

by David Eagleman

So God sits on the edge of Her bed and weeps at night, because the only thing everyone can agree upon is that they’re all in Hell.

The missing crowds make you lonely. You begin to complain about all the people you could be meeting. But no one listens or sympathizes with you, because this is precisely what you chose when you were alive.

Our Milky Way constitutes a single cell, but a small one. She consists of hundreds of billions of such cells. “For millions of years, my people had no notion of her, just as a flatworm is unlikely to discover that the planet is round; a colony of bacteria will never know the walls of the flask; a single cell in your hand will not know it is contributing to a concerto on the piano.

since we live in the heads of those who remember us, we lose control of our lives and become who they want us to be.

everything that creates itself upon the backs of smaller scales will by those same scales be consumed.