Life after Life? Why to Care?
One question keeps haunting me again and again recently: Why do we care about our future so much? Why are we frightened of our eventual death so much that we even make up religions just to escape the concept of end? If someone came to me, told me he owns a time machine, and gave me an opportunity to choose whether he should rather torture the Me from previous or following week I wouldn´t think for long and clearly pick the past one. Even though it is as close to my present Me as the future one and it would feel as much of suffering as the future one would. I simply care about my future Me much more.
