My conscience ends.
If the materialists are right, the atoms I’m made of end up reforming my conscience into another mortal coil as a matter of statistics.
If they’re wrong and there’s a spirit that’s not bound to the material world, I end up living inside another hull that accepts consciousness. Repeatedly. Could be human, alien, or that of an animal.
If that happens, I want to live in a world that respects all consciousness.
If, and that’s a big if, you don’t remember a thing, then things could have happened that you won’t remember.
I don’t actually believe that this is what happened, but it’s not the rational slam dunk one might think it is.
I wish it is that way though. I don’t want to relive the experience I went through earlier in my life.