What do you think happens after we die?

[Dom Cruise]

This nihilistic idea, as you describe it, isn't accurate. Death is the cessation of sensation, whereas a black void implies the continuity of sensation at some level.

I don't particularly like it, because I'm pretty good at experiencing things and I'd prefer to continue doing it if at all possible, but there's a certain comfort in the realisation that it will be senseless. It's like falling into a dreamless sleep and just not waking up again.

I'd also be wary of placing my faith in anything written on a site whose domain is "edgy.app".

But ignoring that, they do discuss ideas that have been explored by such luminaries as C S Lewis, who was convinced that reason was a foundational aspect of the universe. The idea that consciousness exists apart from crude matter is not a new one.

But see, precepting non-perception is an inherently contradictory idea and consequently, impossible, the fact that you have perception, means you could never have non-perception forever.

I have a theory involving the conscience, of which being that when the body can no longer support the consciousness the conscience will loop back to your first moment of consciousness. Thus when you die you repeat your live all over all over again. You will however lose all memories of your last go at your life and repeat it none the wiser (barring the course of your environment it likely to play out exactly the same to the letter). A Purgatory of your own device for many, a Hell for others.

Like I said, at the very least this is what happens, your life simply starts over from the beginning, maybe it doesn't always play out the same exact way, but this is at least what has to happen.

 

[knightlautrec]

I don't know...but the question and the inevitability is scaring me in ways I haven't really thought about before. I keep freezing up thinking that one day I just won't exist.

I love my children and being with them has given me more purpose and love then any material item in my life but I also feel like I've doomed them to live and die and experience pain and sometimes I feel so guilty that I have panic attacks and just hold them.

I don't know what happens but I'm open to others thoughts or how to mitigate how I feel because I'm sure it's not healthy to be so anxious about something that happens to us all.

 

[Some JERK]

I don't know...but the question and the inevitability is scaring me in ways I haven't really thought about before. I keep freezing up thinking that one day I just won't exist.

That's just your brain trying to divide by zero and throwing up an error. It organizes absolutely everything by subjective reference. If you don't exist there's no longer a reference point by which to process, so it halts and catches fire. Totally normal.

 

[knightlautrec]

That's just your brain trying to divide by zero and throwing up an error. It organizes absolutely everything by subjective reference. If you don't exist there's no longer a reference point by which to process, so it halts and catches fire. Totally normal.

This tracks.

 

[Nom Carver]

So is there a reason why people are pretending we even know what consciousness is?

A lot of people are are putting forwards the idea "you wouldn't exist anymore because your brain is now the deaded and goned'd" as if it's 'scientifically accepted' or just common sense, when in reality it's still totally and utterly up in the air as to what exactly consciousness even is.

The materialist theory of consciousness just being some kind of natural result of the human brain functioning normally has always been particularly absurd.

For example: Where do thoughts come from? Why do many of the signals in your brain just appear out of nowhere and start firing seemingly arbitrarily when you start thinking? How is it that you are able to consciously control the neurons in your brain if consciousness is just some mechanistic illusion. How are there people with huge chunks of their brain missing who are still sapient and still have qualia? Better yet, how does normal ass matter- the same kind of shit your toilet is made up of just magically start generating a subjective profound being with qualia? Is there a specific number of neurons you need in one place before the space magic starts happening? Is it how they're arranged? How come animals with way bigger brains than us still do literally nothing profound all day, instead just functioning like some kind of soulless biological machine doing the same thing over and over and over again until they die?

You people are the same people who denounce religious views or expectations of the afterlife, telling people to 'face facts' or 'stop coping and accept reality' yet at the same time you also believe in what amounts to literal space magic in terms of how the brain is supposed to generate your consciousness. It's no better than telling me the entire world flooded because literally everyone on the planet was being comically evil. Look, I don't believe them either, But you need to stop pretending that your religion ('scientific' opinion) is even slightly different.

 

[Narutard]

I don't know...but the question and the inevitability is scaring me in ways I haven't really thought about before. I keep freezing up thinking that one day I just won't exist.

I love my children and being with them has given me more purpose and love then any material item in my life but I also feel like I've doomed them to live and die and experience pain and sometimes I feel so guilty that I have panic attacks and just hold them.

I don't know what happens but I'm open to others thoughts or how to mitigate how I feel because I'm sure it's not healthy to be so anxious about something that happens to us all.

It’ll be like before you were born: Nothing. This realisation will leave you with two answers that are both right:

• Death makes life meaningless.
• Only life has meaning since there’s nothing before or after it. (You have to live it!)

Keep in mind that everyone’s burdened by the inevitably of death. The least we can do is make the wait slightly more bearable and enjoyable for one another.

 

[Dan Abrams]

Bro it’s going to be the most horrifying thing ever. Imagine the worst bad dream you had and times it by ten nigga. It’s finna be like that game eternal darkness on the gamer cube. Nothing but HORRIFYING torment for eternity. Pretty messed up. Life sucks nigga

 

[Fentanyl Floyd]

You get reincarnated as a cockroach

 

[Ser Prize]

I've always been curious. I hope JRR Tolkien was right and it's heaven with a chance at reincarnation.

 

[A Very Big Fish]

When you sign up for the site, your soul is bound forever to Null's Bannanna Pepper farm, and raising his pigeons forever.

 

[Fools Idol]

I don't know...but the question and the inevitability is scaring me in ways I haven't really thought about before. I keep freezing up thinking that one day I just won't exist.

I love my children and being with them has given me more purpose and love then any material item in my life but I also feel like I've doomed them to live and die and experience pain and sometimes I feel so guilty that I have panic attacks and just hold them.

I don't know what happens but I'm open to others thoughts or how to mitigate how I feel because I'm sure it's not healthy to be so anxious about something that happens to us all.

All things end, Earth will one day become uninhabitable for life to exist and it's likely that Humans will go extinct long before that but even if we travel to distant stars, even if we upload ourselves to the matrix or gain biological immortally, it doesn't change that the Universe will probably decay taking us with it. So what's the point right?

There isn't one, but that doesn't matter. The quality of life isn't dependent on it continuing for all eternity. Life is a journey not a destination and even if both of these things lack any sense of objective quality doesn't mean they don't matter to you. So clam down and enjoy your life to the best of your ability then die like everyone else.

 

[NewRetroVagina23]

In my opinion the folks who research NDEs and the like are onto something. Problem is, a lot of what they describe is not so much an afterlife as an afterdeath when you get right down to it: no physical body, no fixed universal laws, no linear time (every moment is the present), and no individual identity, only a shared group consciousness that happens to include a dash of you and your loved ones in it. Everyone knows everything there ever was and will be instantly and with 100% clarity. None of that sounds very interesting or desirable to me, but is also just about the only scenario I could imagine where coming up here, to this fucking dumpster fire, might actually be regarded as preferable to staying down at the Planck level (or whatever is lower) of the universe.

 

[ShootyPee]

I don't care where I go or if I continue at all. I just want the people who are no longer with me to be existing somewhere for some reason we can't explain. Not in it for me I'm in it for them

 

[skykiii]

This topic is the Kiwi Farms version of Fraggle Rock season 1 episode 17 isn't it?

 

[Otterly]

What would you wanna be reincarnated as?

If reincarnation is where it’s at I’d like to come back as a cat, please. Preferably a very pampered kitty, or a temple cat.

So is there a reason why people are pretending we even know what consciousness is?

Nobody has a clue. A soul is as good an explanation as any scientific one.
I hope there’s an afterlife. I dont really like the idea of all being absorbed back into one blob, tbh. NDEs are very interesting.

I have lost consciousness in a very unpleasant way before and the best way o can describe coming back was being rebooted system by system. Hearing was first, then touch, and then vision was last. Very peculiar.

As for what happens before birth, all my kids have told similar stories about that, all without any prompting from me or mentioning it to each other. That again I found a bit odd, in a nice way. They seem to forget all about it about age 4 or so,
I guess none of us know, none of us can know now and all of us will find out, one way or another. I hope it’s pleasant whatever it is.