I was just noticing this morning how much some people love their sleep. And this caused me to wonder what is the difference between sleep and non-existence? (I hardly ever remember dreams, and I think remembered dreams count for a very small portion of sleep anyway) So, why is it that people can love their sleep but be horrified by the possibility of their own non-existence. I often thought/wondered the latter might be a form of narcissism and a horror at the idea that the universe could go on without us.
This whole question of the difference between sleep and nonexistence connects to a common baloney spouted by many atheists that religious people are just afraid of death so they have to invent a life after death to feel better. LOL That was always rather laughable to me, since my sentiment was always the complete opposite. Nonexistence seems like such a wonderful/restful thing to me that it always sounded just a little too good to be true – certainly the precious hope of most who commit suicide. Somehow I have to doubt that it can really be that easy – and I am more inclined to believe that the one thing we can never escape from is ourselves.