As the blue smoke escaped my nostrils and the bitter taste of coffee submerged my tongue, I thought. I needed to think about something that would bring me out of this sad mood, so I thought that death would be an amazing topic.

And so I thought, how the very thought of death sends jitters to many. Why are we afraid of death, I thought. The answer was simple, because we would not know what would happen to us after it. It is the sheer magnitude of uncontrollable and unpredictable aftermaths that makes a human go crazy on his feet on hearing about death.

Then I thought how death has been used in our societies to instill order. Someone comfortably postulated that whatever you do through your life is counted and your life after death is dependent on what you do through your life! Amazing concept, I thought.

But my immediate question was what if there is no life after death?

Yeah I continued to ponder, what if there is nothing after our death. What if we die in an attempt to liberate our souls and nothing happens? What if all we get is JUST ONE LIFE? What if all this morals and ethics stuff is just to frighten people and make them live without creating any hassles. Now should I really be counting on my sins and good deeds? What if there is no soul at all? What if we are here by pure chance, by an act of probability where in a group of chemicals is working in tandem such that we could know what is happening, what if all life is just chemical reactions and we are not able to understand what else is going on! What if there is another universe?

By this moment, I completed the long walk from the smoking area to my desktop. I opened wiki and searched for Multiverse, amazed at the very magnitude of thought processes being presented there. I did not care, I thought what if I want to call all the infinite Universes together as a single universe and name each Universe as a sub-verse or something.

Then I thought, if there exists a smallest particle, would there be a largest particle. Am I a small constituent of a very big particle? The thought frightened me, I like to think I am free, a liberated person. So I chucked this stuff, death seemed more romantic for me!

So I continued to wonder, why even though we are mere chemical reactions, we have so much affinity towards life, towards our sustenance. What makes the termination of the chemical reaction a big and frightening affair for man? I found the answer in Love. Then I wondered, what is love?

Isn’t it man’s manifestation of his desire to sustain? But if all love is amorous, how do we explain other platonic relationships. Yes the primordial prime mover for Love is the need to reproduce, just a few chemicals at work, a weird concept like Magnetism and Electricity. But since other forms of love do exist, I thought there should be something else which drives love, what is it? A desire to live? I could not find the answer.

Then I thought how love manipulates science to manifest death. Then I came across Cryonics in Wikipedia. For the uninitiated, Cryonics is the low-temperature preservation of humans and animals that can no longer be sustained by contemporary medicine until resuscitation may be possible in the future. Currently, human cryopreservation is not reversible, which means that it is not currently possible to bring people out of cryopreservation alive. The rationale for cryonics is that people who are considered dead by the current legal or medical definitions will not necessarily be dead by future standards – the most stringent standard being the information-theoretic definition of death[1] – and that such people could be brought out of cryopreservation in the future.

This excited me it seems there is something called clinical and legal death. I was amazed to know that all the knowledge we gain in the life time stays preserved in out brains, as long as the cells and tissues are intact.

I then thought, what would if a person who is fed up of this world, opts for cryonics and stays mum for 200 years and then spring back to life when the science is developed enough . The said person would wake up as young but in an altogether different time, Isn’t this another form of time travel? If this is possible, aren’t we challenging fate? The very idea excited me, I could feel some chemical reactions in me, a few mails and a few more phone calls, I was back to work!

Oh fuck!

1) The first type believes that all statistics are right.

2) The second one believes that there is a second type that exists.