Would it really be such a bad deal, if given a little luck, you had a life span of 85 years or so to stand on the planet and contemplate the universe? Then your little light went out, but of course, was replaced by other little lights that shone in their turn? I mean, this thing about the immortality of the soul is kind of overblown, isn't it? OK. Were are all afraid of death for obvious reasons, but isn't the part that cares so very much about our persistence after death really a sort of designed-in passion that drives the body forward to make its living? Why the hell does every one think its going to be so great to have some bodiless identity flapping around for all eternity, or in an unchanging bliss state of some kind? After a while you wouldn't notice. Then there's the idea of trudging thru thousands of incarnations to get to a perfected spiritual state. Is this really what the mystery of the universe is all about? I think its pretty likely bigger than that. Why not just live life without a whole lot of unsubstantiated belief systems, take life on its own terms and really try to see everything as clearly as possible? Doesn't mean you couldn't meditate or follow the teachings of your choice. I'm very happy to have stood on this planet 60 years so far, and been a witness to all that has come before my eyes. Not all of it was good, but the big picture was well worth the price of admission.