Death.
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Foulmouth said:
It doesn't. Your brain decomposes in the ground and nourishes the soil.
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Yeah... I don't think there's anything that physical about consciousness, other than what the network of your brain produces.Foulmouth said:
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Death itself does not scare me it is the thought of an afterlife that does. I don't know if it is the usual ingrained Christian guilt or just the idea of an angry mythic overlord as portrayed by the Bible. The idea of being tortured in Hell for being what god predetermined you to be does not sound like a loving god, and Heaven would be like an unending family reunion just without liquor to make it interesting. As another poster mentioned I have always thought that the idea of not existing to be the most comforting idea.
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Mormon Heaven would be hell to a gay person, you have to make love to women for eternity.
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The idea of non-existence can be a terrifying thought, but you won't even know it's happening. It's sort of impossible to even comprehend. A comforting thing is that it will happen to everyone, so you won't be alone.
Maybe this will help...ever get a good nights sleep and you don't remember your dreams? It could be like that for all eternity.
Maybe this will help...ever get a good nights sleep and you don't remember your dreams? It could be like that for all eternity.
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bungholio said:
Except that there won't even be any feeling of a passage of time because there won't be any dreams and you won't wake up.
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It scares me. I do chose to believe in an afterlife because I don't want to stop existing. I want to continue to see the world and experience life for the rest of human history. I already try not to think about the fact that I wasn't around before I was born because that is also creepy to think about. Existing and being me is all I really know and can fathom, so it's upsetting to think about how finite it is.
I hope to continue to have thoughts and awareness. When I die, I hope all it means is that I lose my body and ability to interact with the living. It's something I wishfully believe in, even when evidence points to the contrary.
Edit: However, I do have more to say about it, actually. When people die, I take comfort in knowing that the matter that makes up their bodies and the energy they used for living still exists. It returns to the Earth, which one of my biology teachers said was "the biggest living organism". In a way, that's true. All of the organic matter in the world fuels more life. When we die, the stuff that made up our bodies will continue to exist in the soil, the grass, the animals that eat the grass, the people that eat the animals, etc. Death isn't the opposite of life, it's a part of it. Living things are fueled by dead things.
I hope to continue to have thoughts and awareness. When I die, I hope all it means is that I lose my body and ability to interact with the living. It's something I wishfully believe in, even when evidence points to the contrary.
Edit: However, I do have more to say about it, actually. When people die, I take comfort in knowing that the matter that makes up their bodies and the energy they used for living still exists. It returns to the Earth, which one of my biology teachers said was "the biggest living organism". In a way, that's true. All of the organic matter in the world fuels more life. When we die, the stuff that made up our bodies will continue to exist in the soil, the grass, the animals that eat the grass, the people that eat the animals, etc. Death isn't the opposite of life, it's a part of it. Living things are fueled by dead things.
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Y'know how you wake up and there are echoes of your dreams and whatever you were thinking about before you went to sleep bouncing around your head? There's always something.
Except sometimes.
I woke up once and there was nothing there but black, black, black. No echoes. No nothing. Just the most profound nothing you could ever imagine.
Opened my eyes and it was not the bathroom ceiling I was used to, it was something weird and lights were coming on and people were saying things like "he's awake!" I'd been helicoptered to the Big Hospital, sixty miles from where I fell asleep. I wasn't expected to awaken, but I had, and I kind of lay there, digesting the news. I couldn't move my arms and my fingers were stuck in what felt like Chinese fingertrap tubes. Turns out I was in restraints because some fool doctor had tried to take a biopsy, so I clocked him, and the fingertraps were those blood pressure/oxy content meter transducers. I couldn't make sense of any of it and couldn't form a word so I went back to sleep. But the one thing I remember is the blackness like none other. There's no light you go into; it's just black, black, black where nothing stirs. Nothing there.
Except sometimes.
I woke up once and there was nothing there but black, black, black. No echoes. No nothing. Just the most profound nothing you could ever imagine.
Opened my eyes and it was not the bathroom ceiling I was used to, it was something weird and lights were coming on and people were saying things like "he's awake!" I'd been helicoptered to the Big Hospital, sixty miles from where I fell asleep. I wasn't expected to awaken, but I had, and I kind of lay there, digesting the news. I couldn't move my arms and my fingers were stuck in what felt like Chinese fingertrap tubes. Turns out I was in restraints because some fool doctor had tried to take a biopsy, so I clocked him, and the fingertraps were those blood pressure/oxy content meter transducers. I couldn't make sense of any of it and couldn't form a word so I went back to sleep. But the one thing I remember is the blackness like none other. There's no light you go into; it's just black, black, black where nothing stirs. Nothing there.
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I'd like to think there's an afterlife. A lot of my family have moved on, and i'd like to think my parents tales about them being together and happy is true. Objectively, I know nobody can know until you actually pass on.
In terms of myself dying... i'm not afraid of actually dying, more of the thought of a painful or drawn out death. It's something that's inevitable in the end, and so when it happens... it happens.
In terms of myself dying... i'm not afraid of actually dying, more of the thought of a painful or drawn out death. It's something that's inevitable in the end, and so when it happens... it happens.
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Death is something that I am apprehensive in thinking about, but I do know that when I'm dead, I will be dead. I won't know if there will be an afterlife, if my consciousness will disappear, or if I will reincarnate before the time comes. What matters to me is how I will spend my living days, and I hope that during this time, I can experience new stuff and learn new things before I die.
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I believe you just cease to exist when you die and that's mainly because of the way the myth of how the afterlife commonly works.
In general most religions center around either going to a heaven or going to a hell for all eternity and either one would be really shitty. Eternity is a never ending bit of time. Say you're still "aware" in some form or another for 1000 years, how bored would you get? No matter if you were in a hell or a heaven everything would eventually become meaningless. After the first 1000 years of whatever you find yourself facing another thousand, then another, then another ad infinitum.
Death being final and nothing makes the most sense. As nice as the afterlife sounds it's only there because people are very uncomfortable thinking they just vanish into the void upon death. It's hard to think about in a similar way to how it's hard to think of space being infinitely large.
You get to die twice anyway. The first time is when you physically pass one. The second is when no one alive remembers your name.
In general most religions center around either going to a heaven or going to a hell for all eternity and either one would be really shitty. Eternity is a never ending bit of time. Say you're still "aware" in some form or another for 1000 years, how bored would you get? No matter if you were in a hell or a heaven everything would eventually become meaningless. After the first 1000 years of whatever you find yourself facing another thousand, then another, then another ad infinitum.
Death being final and nothing makes the most sense. As nice as the afterlife sounds it's only there because people are very uncomfortable thinking they just vanish into the void upon death. It's hard to think about in a similar way to how it's hard to think of space being infinitely large.
You get to die twice anyway. The first time is when you physically pass one. The second is when no one alive remembers your name.
I am not scared of death, actually embrace the idea (especially if 1000 Ways to Die, a Documenting Reality thread and/or a Darwin Award are involved), want to be cremated nude in a cardboard box, flushed down the toilet like a dead goldfish or dumped down a sewer grate like a cigarette butt, and want all my personal effects destroyed regardless of value. It's to the point that I smoke cigarettes, use snus, chew nicotine gum, and drink alcohol & energy drinks copiously.
I do not believe in afterlives or reincarnation.
I do not believe in afterlives or reincarnation.