Hmmmmm (part two)

Right now I am thinking of falling down (or up or across) an endless space. Nevermind how I got there, I'm just there. I would write the tales of my journey along the edges of the space, you know for future inhabitants. Well, what if it did not have edges? What if it were basically just a circle and once you have passed through it, you kept going exactly in that direction forever?
Or at least until your entire composition decomposes.. but through the law of conservation of matter, wouldn't something remain of your existence?

Well let's assume that this particular endless, alternate dimension has dimensions, like walls, like, it's more like a pit. I would write the manuscript for living the perfect, short, indeterminable life. Followed effectively, it will become apparent that only you will be able to prove that you existed. Disbelievers would try and try to edit my original text and create something more productive with what's left of their indeterminably brief life in the pit. All they would end up doing is confusing a lot of people. By the time someone figures out what sort of logic they were trying to convey, it will be too late, and what ever revelation they might have reached will die with them.

Until groups of beings enter the pit. Assuming they can coordinate ideas effectively, they'll continue organizing this mass of progressively confusing ideas and, eventually, create a consensus among their group. And this will become normal, abnormal really, the skewing of various conflicting truths. But at least, new inhabitants won't have to be as afraid as I was when I first entered. At least they will have something to believe in.