To be honest, I think you're probably right about the afterlife... in the past I would have swayed towards #4, but I'm starting to have a greater understand of #3... consciousness really is a weird chink in the loop... the circle that exceeds itself. It does not seem impossible to me that consciousness could exist in a more holistic, collective form, since the brain itself is already a network. Also, experientially, meditation does seem to partake of something more (or less) than the individual self. I don't know. I certainly don't believe in an individual Christian God in the sense of a singular being with a distinct personality who thinks like a man and created everything... but the idea of God as 'the collective' or 'that which infuses and binds all things' makes some sense to me

I must admit to having felt like I just want to end it all recently... though spending time with my younger sister makes it very hard not to dwell on the suffering which my death would cause her. I feel like my death *shouldn't* cause suffering... I have read a lot of stuff about how if you discover that a friend or family member is a rapist or abuser, the only moral thing to do is to cut them completely out of your life. Such individuals should be deprived of the oxygen of support since the fact that people love them "in spite" of their behaviour is a form of abuse apologism / enabling. As such, I often feel like I don't want my family or friends to talk to me or spend time with me or even like me. I am in the weird situation though that most (if not all) of them don't see me as a 'child rapist' even though I have clearly described to them my behaviour as above, many times. I don't know if this is because they seem me as 'nice' and 'good' and so their cognitive dissonance does not allow them to imagine me doing something so horrible, or whether they have dodgy ideas around consent themselves, or what.
This is a horrible and bleak fact but it seems like society makes it very easy for someone to abuse and get away with me. Even though I've told hundreds and hundreds of people about what I did, both online and in real life, I have had suffered no material consequences whatsoever. I still live in a house, can afford food, and can read books or watch films when I like. I have not even lost any friends or family members. Some of my friends have taken what I did seriously, but they haven't cut me out of their lives... I guess it's strange because I see people being called monsters or being told to kill themselves etc. etc. online for crimes / sins far less grievous than my own. I don't think I'm particularly charming, I'm not famous, and I have honestly tried to tell people what I did as clearly as possible, rather than hiding it from them, or denying it.
I guess it's just testimony to what privilege in the form of being white and male and able-bodied means... I feel like people certainly
can be wholly cut off forever from society for committing sexual offences, but only if they're weird, or obviously creepy, or belong to a minority group. I mean, there are certainly sex offenders who live on the streets and have no friends or family... but I imagine they were often from impoverished background to begin with. People don't spit at Rob Lowe or generally call him a rapist and allow him to make loads of money from being in films, even though he's a child pornographer... but he's also good looking and charming. To be honest, while I think Ghandi and John Lennon achieved good things, the latter was a wife beater and the former was something of a deviant... testing his restraint by having teenage girls lay naked alongside him as he slept. He also (and this is in his autobiography, in the first few pages) beat his wife when they were first married as teenagers.
I don't know. It's all very strange. It's quite surreal living an everyday existence when you feel you have passed the moral event horizon. Like... I'm often very unhappy, but at the same time, I'm hardly suffering... if I think of the visceral punishments that people describe giving to sex offenders, the guilt and anxiety I feel seems pretty damn minor. I mean, I read a story about a sex offender being eaten alive in prison and people didn't think it was punishment enough. Also, it is weird having your parents say that they are 'proud' of you or that you are 'good' or having 'nothing' to feel guilty about... I remind them that I'm a child rapist but they always say 'That's just you being ridiculous' or 'You're not going to talk about that'.
Ergle bergle. It's such a weird existence. Like... I feel as though I'm in bizzaro world. I guess it must be because it's unusual for an abuser, sex offender or rapist to talk openly about what they did unless they do so anonymously, because most people don't want to get caught. I guess it's possible that the universe is punishing me through ensuring that I
don't get punished thus increasing my sense of guilt and despair... but that seems unlikely.
I sometimes wonder if my family and friends would just shrug it off if I killed someone - which, is generally considered by society to be a less heinous crime, even while legally it attracts longer sentences. I don't understand people at all.