We know that our lives, like all lives, are finite, and that bodies die. We suspect that our lives, all lives, are also infinite, whether because of a soul that continues once the body is gone or simply through the lives we have touched that continue to touch other lives after we are gone. One way or another, our truest Self arrives from, and goes back into, mystery.
How do you hope your life will continue when you enter the mystery?
Just as within other species , we humans, too, have varying amounts and ways of affecting what is around us during our temporal time on this planet. There are magnificent long lived trees versus little seedlings that wilt away; there are humans who are outstanding among us, in different ways such as in beauty or intellectual ability or by the influence of their actions. All of this remains after the death of any of them. The world uses these qualities to advance its existence. I expect to be part of those things I have had interactions with as long as they exist or the stories about me are still told. However, I do not expect to have had as much influence as that of Abraham Lincoln , for instance. I will be satisfied that I existed.