Does nothingness really exist? Is there life after death? And other things I think about

First, imagine NOTHING.

You can't, right? It's probably just a black space, but it's a space, it's SOMETHING. No matter how hard you try, you can't represent nothingness, because there will always be something, even if it's empty space.

So, how did the Big Bang come about? What was there before? Most likely (or what I believe) is that all the elements, and if so, any living beings, were concentrated in the center of the universe, and the Big Bang expanded it throughout the galaxy.

But if nothingness doesn't exist, does everything exist? Is space really infinite?

Most likely, yes, if we think about multiverses, because every action, word, or literally ANYTHING we do will eventually branch out. I may have written this in many universes, but not in many others. And if I did, how did you react? If not, what did I do instead? And so we expand again and again.

So, if nothing exists, there must be something after death, but what? Many people imagine there's a heaven or a hell, but it's because we're used to it.

Doing something good = being rewarded

Being bad = punishment

But what if there's something else? Like a black space, where only our conscience exists and we'll overthink until we go crazy? Or maybe it's something beautiful, what we yearn for most, or a space where we're at peace. Or for our life to repeat itself in a loop over and over again, and it's up to us to change history. Or reincarnation (it sounds like the same thing I said before, but being reincarnated in different bodies is one thing, and living in the same one forever is another). The fun of that would be seeing what things we can do and change, like in games where we create our own story. The fun wouldn't be living, but rather the consequences of our actions and how they influence our lives.

If there's a heaven or a hell, I think it should be temporary, like a break from living, before we're reborn. Because otherwise, it would be very boring. Or if instead we travel between multiverses and swap lives with different versions of ourselves?

I don't believe in a god, but I am very interested in the Pastafarian religion. You can't prove that Jesus exists, you can't deny that our god could be a giant ball of spaghetti. And why is the world so imperfect? ​​Because I created it when I was drunk.

Something so ridiculous, it's very interesting to me.

I want to know what there is after death, to satisfy my curiosity and be able to share it, but we all know that's impossible. All we can do is live in a world that's falling apart until our end (or at least in this world).