They conscript themselves unto a diminutive solace tenet that our noetic essence is not merely inscribed within our cerebral neurons but encompasses a resplendent effulgence that constructively/destructively commingles with the circumambient firmament upon some infinitesimal stratum we ascribe to capricious vicissitudes, and that upon our demise, we sunder solely the corporeal partition of our noetic essence whilst our effulgent essence endures, enscrolled within a vaster concatenation of ambient cogitation.

Somewhat reminiscent of phantasms/an empyrean continuance, yet less plaintive wailing and clanking of fetters and more ethereal attunement to the affective emanation of a park bench amid the interlaced noetic filigrees that have ever impinged upon it.

They might be in the wrong comm though…