What if There's No Ending?

I can't know if my body knows when it's going to end. And I'm trying to talk myself down to euthanasia. The reason I can live in that contradiction though, is that I got to the point where I realized it doesn't matter if that's true. Because there are fractured Western subjects whose understanding of the universe has been fatally adhered to a deeper theological truth That renders religions into the tools of power that they become.