My fears?
Yes.
I fear oblivion, I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.
Too soon.
Was that insensitive? I can be pretty blind to other people's feelings.
Augustus, please. Let's return to you and your struggles. You said you fear oblivion?
I did.
Would, uh, would anyone like to speak to that? (...) Hazel!
There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discover will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.