In a meditation so bizarre that it makes perfect sense, Dr. Robert Lanza offers his ideas on what happens when we die:

[At death], it’s here at last, where we approach the imagined border of ourselves, the wooded boundary where in the old fairy tale the fox and the hare say goodnight to each other. At death, we all know, consciousness is gone, and so to the continuity in the connection of times and places. Where then, do we find ourselves? On stairs that can be intercalated anywhere, like those that Hermes won with the dice of the moon, that Osiris might be born. We think that the past is past and the future the future. But as Einstein realized, this simply isn’t the case.

I guess I’m at a point where there is more of my life in the past than in the future, so I think about this stuff.

P.S. The reference to the fox and hare is apparently lifted from a book entitled Toward A Dialogue Of Understandings: Loren Eiseley And The Critique Of Science by Mary Ellen Pitts:

…in the words of the old fairy tale, the fox and hare say good night to each other. It is here that predictability ceases and the unimaginable begins — or, as a final heretical suspicion, we might ask ourselves whether our own little planetary fragment of the cosmos has all along concealed a mocking refusal to comply totally with human conceptions of order and secure prediction.

P.P.S. Another (longer) meditation on the bittersweet nature of life and death and time travel is Slaughterhouse-Five: A Novel by Kurt Vonnegut.

P.P.P.S. …and the movie is just as good (if not better) than the book.