... Life after death 50-50% (possible, plus there witnesses).
... What witnesses? This is another reason non believers, and non Christians get angry. This simply isn't based on factual evidence!. ...
"Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who. Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too. ..."
Words written more than a thousand years ago by Omar Khayyam in his Rubaiyat* as translated several times by Fitzgerald, try to capture the beauty of the original poem.
Many many more have "passed the door of darkness thru" in these last 1000+ years but the words are still true.
There is in some London museum a large, sealed, clear-glass bottle (no cork - only glass) with pencil and sheet of paper sealed inside. Still waiting at least 200 years for some spirit to write even one short word on the paper. This was done so the spirit would not even need to "materialize" - just show a very slight ability to make a trivial material change in the arrangement of a few atoms of carbon.
In my youth, I committed to memory many inspirational poems.** The Rubaiyat (Fitgerald's 2nd version) was second only to Kipling's If. Third was one few have heard of, called "The Bridge Builder" which if I try I can still recite, 60+ years later, with a few minor wording errors in full as it tells a story - easier to keep the verses in order?
**The longest was Poe's Annabelle, I never mastered the Raven - too long and hard.
The Bridge Builder starts: "An old man going a lone highway, came at evening, cold and grey to a chasm, vast and deep and wide ..."
The fourth, sure to anger the more religious here, but I think quite religious in its own way (the celebration of the human spirit) I copy to get it fully correct below:
Invictus
By William Ernest Henley 1849–1903 William Ernest Henley (Who was sick much of his life, and never well off, but strong of spirit.)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Finally (for here, but I once knew many more***) a short one all, religious and atheist alike, can benefit from but also not well known (and author unknown, AFAIK):
"One ship sail East and another sails West
With the self-same winds that blow.
T'is the set of the sail, and not the gale
Which determines the way they go."
BTW there is a little history hidden in the second line of Invictus. The word "pit" refers to a coal mine.
Initially England's coal came from shallow pits, as deeper mines were water filled, but then Watt invented the first useful steam engine* that could pump them out, but language changes much more slowing than science. (I still call the place where we keep our milk, "the ice box.") I.e. " The Pit" continued to be where men dug coal even though in Henley's era it was a steeply inclined small path going deep into the earth.
* It was very primitive and simple. Just a large strong steel chamber where steam could enter to drive the air out, which then was closed. As the steam condensed, water was sucked up a hose perhaps 25 feet. Then at least the chamber was moved lower in the mine to dry another 25 feet or so deeper.
*** I Must at least, in these internationally troubled times, mention: Abou Ben Adhem; Hell, I'll do more than just mention. I'll post it later as many more posts were made while I was adding it here so it was not seen.