More than anything else in the world, I want to know exactly what happens after we die.

I don't want an afterlife--I want perfect nothingness.

I don't want to be reborn in some place like Bangladesh, without my previous life in memory.

I don't want to start all over again.

But above all, I just want to know. But I can't. All I can do is hope.

All I want to know is this:
"What is love?"

You'll find out once you die.

Not if my current hypothesis is correct, in which case there will no longer be a "me" to find shit out.

What makes people unhappy.
Not the circumstances but why we feel that emotion in general.
Doesn't seem to serve the same purpose other emotions do.