Letting go of our Blankets (a fate worse then death?)

[Obbe]

I often post about how my state of existence is one of total uncertainty. For instance, I never know when I might die, if this moment is my last. We all appear to take comfort and refuge from total uncertainty in pretend certainty ... our beliefs.

The comforts I'm talking about, however, aren't the details of our individual beliefs (I'm gonna live with jesus forever! ... or ... I'm gonna fuck me some virgins! ... or ... I'm not gonna go to hell, because there is no such place!). Nothing so acute. The comfort I am talking about here is the comfort we derive from feeling correct. That we cracked this nut, we untangled this knot ... that we are anything but uncertain, whatever our personal answers are.

Lots of people on this board have mentioned the importance of remembering death is all around us, and that doing so is what makes life sacred. But are we really letting go and giving into the uncertainty of death if we already pretend to understand what death will involve?

So I have made this thread to ask you all a question. What would you do if you became absolutely certain that the opposite of your beliefs is absolutely true?

Theists ... what would you do is atheism was proven correct?

Atheists ... what would you do if a certain brand of theism was proven to be correct?