“My” life? What is that, anyway? Is it something I own, like a coat? Will it still be “mine” after I cease to “be,” after I die? Or will it disappear? If it disappears, will I miss it? I didn’t miss it for those thousands of years of human existence when “I” did not exist. I doubt I’ll be missing it for those thousands of years to come, during
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