I realize that the universe does not exist without me. Both science and philosophy are pointing to this from different perspectives, and when you think about it, it's the truth, so who is more important or deserving of life than you?

Sometimes, when I think about my death, I see it as my mind surrounded by nothing for a very long time, when, at last, I see a speck of light, which grows larger over a very long period of time. Finally, a hole opens up into a universe, and I have the choice to step through, but I'm hesitant because it's the same crappy one that I left; in fact, it's right at the same spot I last remembered. The alternative to stepping through is a repetition of that long journey of nothingness. You know, it doesn't seem so bad after all.