Faith.

In today’s post, I will write something about my faith. 

Even after I die, I can feel with my whole being that some part of my consciousness, my “I,” will still be alive. I just inexplicably believe it. This post certainly reflects my euphoric mental state after another photo walk. How happy I am while strolling with a camera in my hand and having the possibility to breathe, hear, observe, analyze and contemplate everything around me. Whether I walk alone in Riga or Warsaw, if I walk around one of Warsaw’s parks with my beloved Kamilka or with my Parents in Brok forests, I always feel the tremendous joy of living. During this state of euphoria, I am convinced that I cannot simply vanish, dissolve into thin air after my death. 

I want to believe that death is not the final end of a conscious being.

Of course, usually, I have doubts regarding these issues. For most of my time, my conscious mind tells me that there is nothing more for the human soul and mind after death. Still, the truth is that I am only a human and that I want to believe in miracles. I hope that life, being is something ephemeral that circulates in an Infinite, neverending way. I believe that each consciousness does not have both beginning and ending, in the same way as our Universe, or the possibility of counting. 

Wait a minute. Is that mean that you try to deny the Big Bang Theory and that our Universe did not have a beginning?

Undoubtedly, you could ask me, my Dear Friend. The Big Bang Theory is perhaps correct. Still, who told that there already were not Infinite numbers of similar Big Bangs and that processes of Big Bangs will last forever, in the Infinite amount of Space? I know that in this post, I write more about science-fiction issues, like the neverending Universe or life, but who told me that I cannot think aloud and possess my own beliefs, my faith?

 

PS

I wrote this post on the 6th of August, 2021.