To those who think an afterlife gives life a True Meaning:How much do you think you'll remember from your life?

I'm an atheist. When I die, it ends for me. I hope to be so lucky to some day have the chance to look back on my life from my deathbed. I'll remember most details: the good and the bad. Lots of amazing memories, some sad. But all extremely meaningful, to me.





Yet, as an atheist I always have to read in this section how ';God'; gives life meaning. True meaning to life comes from God, who gives you an infinite afterlife.





So, serious question: after 17,000,000,000,000 years in Heaven, when you'd look back on things, how much do you honestly think you'll remember from these measly 80 years that you said had so much True Meaning?To those who think an afterlife gives life a True Meaning:How much do you think you'll remember from your life?
A followup question might be: If heaven is so much greater than earth, why would the 80 years on earth be so memorable in comparison to the 17,000,000,000,000 following years?





I guess the ';logic'; is that if something is temporary, it's meaningless. Like why build a sandcastle if the waves are just gonna wash it away. But it's still not clear to me how permanence gives meaning.To those who think an afterlife gives life a True Meaning:How much do you think you'll remember from your life?
well first heaven is outside the district of time, in eternity land, so there wouldnt really be 17bil years gone by





who knows if we will have all our memories of this life, but if we do wed probably realize how great heaven is, and how great God is
Heaven I would guess does not have time as we know it. Maybe time would not flow there at all, therefore ';17,000,000,000,000,000,000 years'; would have no real meaning
it will be different from any thing
Roughly the exact same amount you have decided you must be forced to forget by an end. I will try to expand my answer without wandering too far off into the philosophical woods.





The older you get the weirder your memory becomes; sometimes I think it creates things out of whole cloth all by itself and I know it tries to shade my personal history with a set of crayons that simply were not the true colors on occasion.





These 'measly 80' had many, many firsts and I am pretty good at remembering those in addition to the pieces I claim have true meaning. Like the pages of a well worn favorite book, or another sunset, or the face of someone you love - do you think it possible to ever grow tired of looking at these? If you said such a thing possible I would not believe you.





I am the man that the missus tells to quit looking at the stars and come to bed though. :)