If there’s no afterlife, how should we live?
How do you live?
Do you think about it?
What we do at every moment in time matters because there is a perfect being who loves us at every moment in time from beyond and within. Before we get that, it’s like we’re a caterpillar inside of a cocoon, or a chick in an egg. Or wind.
The prospect of death weighs naught upon the purpose of life.