I believe in the degradation theory thing.

You just degrade until you're nothing but elements.
Then, obviously, something eventually is made from
those elements. And if you're lucky enough to re-assume
the role of a human, consider yourself lucky.
Not that you'll ever realise you were or will be another
human being. It's like the ultimate paradox, 'what happens?'

Living life as something other than a
creature with rational thought, concience, reason, or
a 'mind' would be horrid. I'd imagine living with just
natural instinct would be similar to living like a junkie.
You don't think anymore, you just need to do things.
You don't get to decide anymore, you take life as it
comes because that's all you know. Eat, sleep, shit,
hydrate, eat, sleep, shit, hydrate. It's like an endess
cycle of meanial tasks just to stay alive... And for what
purpose? To kill? To be killed? Why is any lifeform
significant other than to die for the survial of another?

This is what I have, and always will believe.
There is no afterlife until you are recreated.
But even then, you're unable to recognize who,
or what you were before. So technically, it's a new life.
If you're even something that can come to that conclusion.

It's complicated shit, dying and stuff.
I almost hate thinking about it. But all the amazing things
that could happen are endless and really interesting.