I was raised in a family that decided God did not exist, or if He did, one could not prove it, so why waste one’s time wondering about such an esoteric and irrelevant concept? As I child, I often pondered what life meant and was overcome with a sick, foreboding when thoughts of death entered my mind. “Mom,” I asked her one night, while lying in bed. “What will happen when I die?” “Don’t worry about it,” she said, which increased my worry. “Ok, but what will happen?” “You will cease to exist.” “I won’t be anything anymore?” I asked, and thought to myself: “So, therefore, I won’t even know that I ever was because I will no longer be.”