Ah, the great mystery. We ponder it because we can. We believe the other species are unable. I get comfort that all the major world religions I personally know of believe in life before, during and post mortem. I grow further comfort in great metaphors I observe in nature. The continuum of life. The perpetual birth, life and death of a universe. An animal dies, and others feed upon it. A plant dies and fertilizes the soil. Each day, the sun "dies," only to be reborn without fail each dawn. The death of winter always followed by nature conspiring towards life in the spring. The life cycle of the Butterfly and Dragonfly. When I was young (and less humble,) it bothered me that no one ever came back, even in a dream, and told me "It's wonderful over here!"
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"There was a time not so long ago...when pigs were afforded no respect except by other pigs. They lived their whole lives in a cruel and sunless world. In those days, pigs believed that the sooner they grew large and fat, the sooner they'd be taken into pig paradise, a place so wonderful... that no pig had ever thought to come back." Babe