[ WP ] When you die , you do n't go to the afterlife of you 're religion , you go to the afterlife of the religion whose tenets you followed most closely , knowingly or not .

`` Welcome!'' The voice pierced my ears. 
 
 `` Who... what?'' 
 
 `` Welcome!'' 
 
 I stood up, brushing myself off. I felt... actually pretty good, which was odd, considering that I- 
 
 `` I said welcome.'' 
 
 I turned towards the man before me. 
 
 `` Yes. Yes you did.'' He said, `` Though your narration is quite poor.'' 
 
 He stepped down, `` You feel now no more of the Dukkha, yes?'' 
 
 He was right, I felt better, but had no idea what- 
 
 `` The Dukkha is suffering, friend. It is the clinging to things. You have let go, and in your final moment, what was it that you said?'' 
 
 `` I do n't give a fu-'' 
 
 `` Yes! Right! And just in time your release of those worldly bonds sent you here.'' 
 
 `` So Hashtag McYoloswag was right all along?'' 
 
 `` No! You are so young. Dead, but young. Letting go is not easy. We think we let go by using drugs and alcohol, by moderating our time with apps and technology. We are systematically creating a cycle of worldly bonds which attach you to the world. One more drink, so to say. Tomorrow. Another loan. Bills. Payments.'' 
 
 `` They're all worldly bonds.'' I said to myself. 
 
 `` You did n't really say that to yourself.'' 
 
 `` Said what to myself?'' I turned. 
 
 `` No, it was more of a lean, not a turn.'' 
 
 `` You are on some level, man. One way above mine.'' I said, thinking about all of this at once. I tried to put the pieces together, what killed me again? 
 
 `` A truck.'' 
 
 `` What about a truck?'' 
 
 `` You.. were thinking about what killed you.'' He said. 
 
 `` How did you know?'' 
 
 `` Because it is like the written word to me. Flowing through the eyes and mind of someone to create a little pretend 
 stage in their mind where we act. I can see the whole page, though. Not just what's in the little quotes.'' 
 
 `` You're crazy.'' I said, `` Then you can predict the future?'' 
 
 `` In a place with no future, there's not much to predict. Though, I think `` Zen'' is a decent idea, at least.'' 
 
 `` It's kinda nice.'' I said, thinking about home, and all the things that I could have done before I died. There was no 
 way the mind-reader could possibly know the things I left behind. 
 
 `` No, I can not.'' He suddenly said, `` Though I could imagine.'' 
 
 I had no idea what he was talking about. `` Come again?'' 
 
 `` Sorry, let me at least look ahead to see how this ends...'' And he Disappeared. 
 
 I was once again alone. 
 
 I waited, but then heard a strange voice in my head, `` Oh. Still in quotes.'' 
 
 Then he popped back into existence. `` -en I have to go... back...? Okay. I have learned not to do that.'' 
 
 `` What? So how does this all end?'' I asked. 
 
 `` There is none.'' He said, `` And I do n't want to mess around with time.'' 
 
 Suddenly, another version of him popped into existence. `` Oh, still in quotes. Oh!'' 
 
 `` Well.'' The first said. 
 
 `` Yes, but only for a moment and th-'' And the double was gone. 
 
 `` Look, just embrace Zen. Then it'll make sense.'' 
 
 I laughed, then gave it a shot, and suddenly, the whole thing was shown to me, I felt all the doors in my mind open 
 at once. All of the things I could do now with this- 
 
 A man is lying in a heap in front of me. He's waking up. I put on my best face and say, `` Welcome.''
