We remember our dreams as well as our life, and perhaps our dreams are really memories that are us as well.  Each life feels real.  We only remember one life at a time.  The fact we are sentient is enough evidence for me to realize that we have no idea of what happens when we die.  There’s a one in four-hundred trillion to quadrillion chance of our existence.  It’s probably roughly the same for what becomes of us when we are non-existent.

I read articles and visit sites, all on the internet, and if I find a topic that interests me, I study it.  However, I study it only until it becomes boring.  The best projects are the ones that are the least time-consuming.