A Fear Beyond No Other ~Kevin

I was sitting in Biology class yesterday, watching a video on Evolution, and they were talking about the extinction of species. At that instant, I had one of those thoughts about death, that just freaks you right out. I don't know what caused me to think of it, but I imagined there was no heaven, no afterlife, nothing... That after our short time on earth, all that was waiting for us was nothingness...
Silence.
Dark.
But I wouldn't know it was silent and dark, because there would be no conciousness either.
For a moment I thought our short life would be followed only by nothing, and you never know when the nothing is going to come.
My stomach contorted with these thoughts. I knew that if I believed that there was no afterlife, life was just a brief glimmer of everything there is to experience, before it is suddenly no more.

But somehow that didn't make sense. Why would we be capable of belief, faith, courage, compassion, and morals if our existence was pointless, and death was final? Why would it be that by some freak coincedence our bodies were created to think, feel, and love? It just didn't add up. I came to the temporary conclusion that death cannot be the end, that I know for sure. What awaits after death, I do not know, and I do not want to find out, however I know that once I do, in eighty or ninety years, I will be happy with what I discover.