I don't know if the human soul exists or endures. But i find *this* could quite possibly "be it" because *this* is sufficiently amazing that i have no grander expectations. There's treasure everywhere.

As for all our struggles and emotions and the way we feel things...pehaps the beetles and the flies feel just the same. Do we concieve of a fly-heaven or a beetle hell? I have never thought about it. The struggles, emotions and experiences are only as serious as you take them to be. Just because it matters to ME, doesn't mean it ever really mattered in the grand sense.