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I think my consciousness is real and not a byproduct of what we currently understand as biology. I think there's an essence to living creatures that makes their existence and experience real.
I think even if I'm only a brain in a jar somewhere, that the things around me exist and harming them harms me too.
I think consciousness lives on after death. It may be absent for a period of indeterminate time, but I don't think it's ever truly gone.
I don't know the how of any of this except for my own consciousness though. I cannot see my consciousness permanently ending. I don't know if that's good or bad yet, but if I have an infinite amount of time to think on it, maybe I'll know eventually.
I don't think it's selfish to say that I don't know if other consciousnesses will live on, but I can only speak to my own inability to understand nonexistence. Who knows? Maybe it'll click for me and the consciousness I call me will disappear.
I can't say with any proof that any other life I encounter is even real, let alone conscious, but I have no reason to believe anyone is less real or conscious, or deserving of compassion. It's not even my place to judge.
I hate the thought terminating cliches that come with simulation theories, but I appreciate how quickly it exposes someone.
If I found out I wasn't truly conscious, that I was artificial or incomplete in some way, I could still find ways to be happy enough.
All this to say, the only conscious experience I have is my own, and whether it's from neurons running a complex programming code, a soul, or the fragment of some larger entity, the person writing this is conscious enough to say they're conscious.