Scary

I just had this frightening thought today.
The last time I had this preoccupying thought was in 1998.

"One day, I will cease to feel my own presence.
I will experience my last split second without knowing I will be of inexistence the next."
It's the transition that's scary.
It's the idea of non-existence that's disturbing.

I wonder what it means to be non-seeing, non-feeling, non-thinking, non-being.
I guess that's when religion finds it place.
An assurance of your continual existence infinitely.
But I don't have a religion.
So maybe I'll be part of the ozone to reduce global warming.