Not to make you second guess yourself but it always trips me up when people say they know that there is no post death experience. It seem gnostic.
I hate to break it to ya, but I've tried Chaos Magick, Buddhism, Christianity, and New Age... and all the time, it felt like I was lying to myself. That I was desprately clinging on because I was so afraid of death. But the truth is, there is no God.
I really want there to be a God, but our universe is well documented and contains no sign of design or purpose. Life was not created, it evolved, and I'm not so sure it was a good idea to develop conciousness. What cruelty is it to give life to something that knows it is destined to die, the universe is a harsh mistress.
Mankind has dreamed of a light we go into after death, to seek an even greater purpose and fulfillment than we had in life, but it is just a dream. Neurology has proven conciousness is all in the brain, once the brain goes, so do you. How I wish I could live the "life" of a spirit, unattached from the world and unable to be harmed by it; free to go where I want and do what I will.
Believing in magic made sense in the Bronze Age, but in the modern day we have measured and labeled the things of the world, and not a drop of that inventory includes the mystical.
I wish I could offer an empty platitude about how life has more meaning because it's finite, or how the wonders of the natural world are good enough. I'd be lying if I did however.
The Universe is eternal, matter and energy are never truly created or destroyed, it merely changes form. Our conciousness however, is an exception to this, it started when we were born and it will end with our death. The universe is eternal, but we are temporary.
I take no joy in telling you this, but it is a horror that we must learn to accept.