I am not the perishable body, but the eternal Self.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I am what survives of me.
If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?
I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death.
It's the decomposition that gets me. You spend your whole life looking after your body. And then you rot away.
I think I'm very permeable. I can very easily, without even choosing to do it, enter the life of another. Or, to put it in a more modest and accurate way, for that life to enter mine.
Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable - and life is more than a dream.
Life - a spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay.
I don't believe in personal immortality; the only way I expect to have some version of such a thing is through my books.
What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.
Why should I go into details, we have nothing that is not perishable except what our hearts and our intellects endows us with.