Everyone must have wondered at some point what comes next. What's after all of this.
Wondered what the afterlife is like, I mean. Obviously, humans don't know.
We don't know if Heaven, Hell or Purgatory exists, if Dante was right.
But I know. I know the truth.
What's next is nothing. Nothing but a void of blank space.
There's no grand divine judgement from an otherworldly all-knowing deity, there's no egg telling you you're everything.
It's just nothing.
All of what you did in your life is ultimately irrelevant in the end. Your life never mattered and it was all a waste of time.
Does saying this make me a pessimist, or a nihilist?
Who cares, I'm speaking through screen.
See you on the Flipside.
-FRPZHIS
(P.S. The answer you are looking for has to do with Blaise de Vigenere and Giovan Battista Bellaso.)