Fear Anger Sad
To the extent that darkness represents the unknown (and what I am not aware of that can harm me), I am afraid of the dark.
To NOT admit my fear is to deny my humanity (denial, arrogance, or both).
To admit my fear is to awaken to my need for God and others (true neediness) which precipitates the "reach" that leads to faith, and ultimately wisdom.
I also believe in Heaven and am thankful today that I can live my life with hope, comforted that I don't have to be “God” to make sense of my life or create my own versions of what I want or can confidently expect in the afterlife. Rather, I can trust a God who comforts me when my life doesn't make sense and who has made promises and assurances about what lies beyond the grave.
Stephen Hawking is a man of great faith . . . in himself.
When he’s foretold his own death and resurrection and then actually comes out of the grave to prove he can speak with authority about what lies beyond the grave, I will put stock in his musings about the afterlife. Until then, I'll stake my future on Jesus.