2 am with pointless thoughts

So death? Am I right? Here is what I cannot wrap my mind around: we cannot die.  There is a point, like that baseball never getting to home base, where you simply cease to be you. That point in time has to happen. Whatever makes you you ceases to be, disappearing like so much dust in the wind. Yes I went there, but it's a nice phrase. Then whatever is left stops functioning long after you stopped being you. So you cannot die. You exist forever in god's thoughts. Yeah, I really need to sleep. Love for some philosophical input, but nobody reads my ramblings which is probably for the best. Take care.