The words do not exist with which to write about things like that in a meaningful way. One day I told my ideas to a friend of mine who works in a mental hospital as a therapist. He thought they didn't have the ring of truth, and asked if I really believed them, or I was just making hypothetical suggestions. Well, I said it was hypothetical. I believed it for a little while, though.
Religion is so seductive.
I really WANT to believe that there is something more to this life. The very fact I WANT to believe it makes me think that it isn't true. Okay, okay, enough meta-reality. Get a job. Freedom is slavery.