This one always cracks me up. The one thing we will never, ever know as humans is what it’s like after we die, but people sprain an ankle racing to be the first dipshit to say “Well, he’s in a better place.” I don’t know about that. First of all, right here we got blowjobs, cheeseburgers and baseball. We can go to the beach, tell Yo Mama jokes, we can pay an “escort” to put on blackface and pretend she’s Nell Carter from “Gimme a Break.” Seems to me like that’s tough to beat. I don’t know what’s on the other side and I never will, but I’ll take my chances with a world that has potato chips and “Alf” dvds. Secondly, if death means going to a place that’s better than here, and you’re sure enough of it to say it out loud, why wouldn’t you kill yourself?
There is something about the consciousness of being human that's incorrect, in our need to feel some sort of collective being - we are lucky to be born at the time we're born, and to enjoy other people that happen to have been born in the same era. Because we're able to record history we like to feel as if we're a part of a long string of something that means anything, but the point is that Ben Franklin never imagined the Civil War, Albert Einstein never conceived land on the moon, and John Lennon died before MTV went on the air. You’re alive the moment you’re born, and you will never know anything that will ever happen after you die. As Thomas Jefferson once said, “the universe is for the living.” That's it.
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