To exist is a delusion of consciousness, and death is akin to a momentary flicker. Is life merely a matter of blindly walking, believing in the unfounded delusion of continuous self? There is no certainty, no solid ground to step forward.
In an instant, each electrical impulse becomes consciousness, and for a human being, the very moment of opening one's eyelids is the essence of being alive. If there is a surge, an ignition, and transmission, then it is consciousness, defining one's existence. But how can one truly be certain of maintaining continuity?
Proclamation, definition, and reacquaintance. The brain generates consciousness repeatedly, giving rise to action. Where does the individual reside within it? Is even perception absent from this consciousness, instead merely subjected to manipulation? In the case of a divided brain, if consciousness remains ununified, is it not even aware of its own presence? Where does one's essence lie? Can one truly claim the existence of a person?
Blinking occurs, and occurs again, and yet again. Humans mistakenly assume these blinks are connected, deluding themselves into thinking they are alive. It is similar to perceiving blindly through the limited vision of one's eyes. At the very moment one closes their eyes, they are approaching the realm of death.
Hence, what is there to worry about? The past is but an illusion created by others, and the future is also a fabrication of others. This anguish, this indecision, is nothing more than a fleeting wound.
We dwell within delusions. We exist within the ephemeral moments of blinking. The notion of continuous consciousness may be an illusion, devoid of any verifiable proof. There is no certainty, just as there is no future. There is no need to fear the vanishing.