Death.

Aside from not knowing where consciousness comes from, we still don't know if it is even objectively real, and the only evidence we have for ourselves that it is real is our own subjective experiences, and even then you can't prove to anyone else that you really are conscious, it's like maybe either you are the only conscious being in the universe or I could be the only consciousness.
 
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Aside from not knowing where consciousness comes from, we still don't know if it is even objectively real, and the only evidence we have for ourselves that it is real is our own subjective experiences, and even then you can't prove to anyone else that you really are conscious, it's like maybe either you are the only conscious being in the universe or I could be the only consciousness.

Even if consciousness does exist, there's no way to prove it isn't just a mistake or a pure accident.
 
I had this theory for a while.

We are insane... all of the human race. We are all clinically insane.

Why? Because we are the only living animal on the planet grasping the concept of life and death, though not really. We just know that one day we was born, and one day we will seize being and that's it.

And this knowledge, this uncertainy drives us insane so we spend our life trying to find any kind of meaning or reason to this terrifying aspect.

And that's where all religion comes from, but not just religion, big social movements, search for stardomn and so on, all this insane shit to be noticed while we are still here to get some meaning out of our exsistence, to asure ourselves we are not meaningless small entities whom are just going to live and die and most people wont even notice.

We apply meaning to things that really has no meaning, all to make sense of this. That's why we are all clinically insane... all of us.
 
Just 30 minutes ago I was on my way back from the shop when I noticed traffic building up ahead in the road up ahead. As I got further up I saw that there were a few cops directing traffic while a guy was being lifted into an ambulance in the middle of the road. I only had a quick glace because I thought it'd be better if I didn't look but it didn't seem like he was moving. Then I thought 'that'll be me one day', morbid to think about.
 
I would like to think its like when you are being put deep under for surgery. I have had invasive surgery more than once and time stops. There is no dreaming no nothing, no awareness of the dark. You just shut off. Maybe if you are lucky depending on how you die you get a nice hit of DMT before you drift into the void.
 
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Do you remember before you existed? Are you afraid of the period before you existed?

No?

Then why fear death.
Because I think with some people its just knowing that this WILL happen to you and you cannot stop it nor control it, scares them.
 
In a way "you" have died a thousand times already. No atom remains in you that was there when you were born. Everything changes, what we call death is just a faster change. If existence is a river you are a whirl in the water. A temporary shape that life takes. You are not "born out of" existence, you are the existence.

Still the concept of dying is and must be completely abstract to us. We can not comprehend it because in everything we can possibly imagine we are, per definition, there to observe it.
 
Do you remember before you existed? Are you afraid of the period before you existed?

No?

Then why fear death.

A lot of people aren't happy with their lives and the idea that this is it, one shot and then onto oblivion forever isn't very satisfying, especially because most of us got dealt a bad hand at the start.

It's not particularly rational, since after death it's not like you'll have eternity to ponder why it sucks, but the human brain isn't rational.
 
I believe in reincarnation. That doesn't mean it's real. Just that I personally think it is. I think that your mind and your soul are two different things. Your soul is the energy that gives you life. Your mind is the spark of consciousness that makes you who you are. The mind is physical. It's a lump of nerves and cells and synapses that just so happens to be engineered to make use of your soul. Maybe evolution started to develop brains to make as much use out of that energy as possible. Everything else could just be a fluke as minds developed more. When you die the life energy gets recycled into something else. If you are lucky enough to be human again or at least some form of sentient being, then what's in your brain is what makes use of that energy and forms a personality. So in essence you are conscious yet again. But you just don't realise it's not the first time. I think maybe it's like having amnesia every 80 years or so. Maybe it can leave a residual impression if people who claim they remember past incarnations are for real.

I'm not religious though. I don't really care about the gods or the God or whatever. I honestly don't think it matters if they exist. For all I know we die and then wake up on a higher plane only to find we're still countless levels below where everyone wants to be. God could be God to us but a peon to something way bigger on another plane. Who knows. I think we all think smaller than we realise because it keeps us sane.
 
Death is pretty frightening. I believe in God and a life after death, but still, death does scare me. Because there is always that nagging thought in the back of my head : "What if you're wrong?"

Some people are ok with the thought of complete nonexistence, but personally, that terrifies me more than a painful death. I'm not being full of myself, I'm not saying "it would be a tragedy if a mind like mine were snuffed out forever!", I just don't like the thought of being gone, in every sense of the word.

If I had 100% no doubts about the afterlife being real, then I would not fear death at all. But you can't have that. Otherwise, faith would be meaningless.
 
Listen, MrLooks has seen the other side.

MrLooks feels that you should not concern yourself with death, instead have threesomes every night and indulge in romantic fantasies until your dying day. Candlelit dinners with beauty queens who are just your type, watching the stars, watching the clouds... Holding hands on a gondola in Venice.

These are the things that really matter about this existence.
 
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