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on being dead......
have recently been forced to confront my mortality...and am struggling with the absolute.......we all die.
after birth.... it is the only thing we can all be certain of... death happens to everyone.
so what happens to all the thoughts inside our head.
have we got a soul? does it all end at once ? is death the end?
these humungus questions are pogoing around in my head.
i might combust spontaneously...if i dont find any answers soon.
can anyone help?
[i thought of putting this in non-political.
but didn't because i am being, or trying to be, vaguely serious, and want to steer well clear of anything remotely chit-chat like....!!!!! recent exchanges being what they were!!!]
please move if necessary.
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Death is death. Meaning, you die. Ergo, the end.
Well, be thankful you live in a time of great and constant medical advances. You will likely live much longer than your ancestors. Some say that some digital form of preserving our consciousness might come to reality late this century.
If that's not enough, look up Ian Stevenson's research. It gives a smidgen of hope for the likelihood of reincarnation, though I personally haven't changed my views on death because of it. Very interesting though, he studied a multitude of cases all across the globe related to children who recalled the life of someone who died not long before their birth, entirely on their own, during their early years, and never shut up about it.
The brain creates the phenomenon of consciousness, so without a functioning brain there is no consciousness. Thoughts are simply chemical shifts in a pattern of neurons that we experience. They are not objects that stay after our deaths; unless, in the future the patterns in our heads could be read. In that case, we could copy our consciousnesses entirely into computers, but that's not currently the case.
Society does not consist of individuals but expresses the sum of interrelations, the relations within which these individuals stand. ~ Karl Marx
formerly Triceramarx
There's something comforting knowing that when my time comes, my time has come. I don't have to worry whether I get approved for the last credit application of my life so I can enter some magical pearly gates or get rejected and go straight to sulphur-city.
"If ever a pen was a weapon, it was the pen which wrote Lenin's 1917 texts."
Would you want to play tictactoe games for all eternity? With finite options the game will get boring, and since the universe has finite options it will become equally boring.
Yeah, this is what a lot of futurologists are predicting will happen not too far in the future. It's absolutely fascinating to me. I love the idea.
True, but it's not like we'd be doing the same shit for all eternity -- conditions wouldn't stay static obviously. I can imagine living 500 years from now would be radically different than living today.
yep. hate to say it but i think you are right.
the life after death thing is, clearly, a simple case of wishful thinking.
although if it helps those of us who have reason to dwell on such matters to cope with it, then i suppose it is understandable, even useful, as a mechanism.
so, really the truth is neither here nor there, for it is only the living that matter, and if it helps them... it does its job.
i do believe that the only way in which the dead live on is in the minds of the people that knew them, namely in the form of memories.
unless of course you are lucky enough to have become immortalised by fame, in books, art or for some other exceptional achievement.
so i suppose if you want to live forever it is wise to start networking big-time and make as much mess as you can of one sort or another.
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I like these lyrics from the song Broad Majestic Shannon: Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years babe
Dealing with life and death and moving on.
What immense pressure we have on us to be alive.
"whatever they might make would never be the same as that world of dark streets and bright dreams"
http://youtu.be/g-PwIDYbDqI
Everyone wants life, eternal life. If not, why is it they hesitate to die now? Why do they cling to life?
Maybe, maybe not. Surviving happily and healthily and self preservation aren't the same as aspiring to eternal life.
Edited to add:I only know the Pogues version. It is a beautiful song.
When you play tictactoe games you aren't always doing the "same shit" it is just that there are so few possibilities and we have a knowledge of all them. In the same sense we could have a knowledge of all possibilities and all conditions in the universe, which would make existence boring and pointless. As the common saying goes ignorance is bliss.Originally Posted by The Stalinator
Just like logging off of a video game after thoroughly playing it, I want to log off of the game of life when I have a thorough understanding of its gameplay and mechanics.
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"It's only the living wot matters?"
I think you pretty much nailed it Mother Cossack. All your points raised have merit. All individuals have their own way of dealing with loss. Their own pace. It is up to others to respect that as humans. In point of fact each society and class has created norms which they carry with them. Living in London one might easily get confused at an Irish funeral, an open casket drinks a plenty, the best food and china, toasting a corpse. Here as everywhere women are the strongest link and have to take most of the strain, Mothers or eldest daughters. They too need their time to grieve. Often because of a busy life they feel guilty about devoting time to themselves. The Colonel fixed in my mind at least an image of a man chasing Tories from his neighbourhood. A fitting memory whether in a strangers mind or carved on a tombstone. I'm sure there were many more facets carved on that that stone....
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Night has one thousand eyes
I wish I had eternal life. Some say it would be boring. I don't think so
Too many theories about this, so you can only pick one or combine others. Well, mine goes as this:
The life here on earth is just like all our other lives in other physical universes, only with small differences. Some scientists believe this too, that there are copies of us in other universes. While I'm typing this, someone in another universe is doing this to. Or, like a said before, every universe has differences, so I can be posting this on StormFront in a universe where I'm a nazi instead of a communist.
There is also that one theory that if we scroll out, like I see myself in this chair behind my computer, then the earth, then the universe, then an atom, then a blood cell and eventually you again scrolling. You understand?
While there are particles of us living in the physical world doing almost the same things as you do now, I believe there is a spiritual world above all of that, our centre, where all of our thought and memories go. Like some big computer, where we can meat all the other spiritual centres of our friends etc.
That's my theory on life and death.
The enemy is someone whose story you haven't heard yet - Mid-East dialogue
Right, but the number of possibilities in tic tac toe is static. It'd take a hell of a lot more than 70-100 years to see all of the places life could take you... and there are new possibilities being unveiled all the time. I certainly don't want to die now when it's possible that I could someday travel to a far-off planet if I lasted a couple more centuries.
I just hope that Mother Cossack still has many good years of life ahead for her and her loved ones.
It's quite hard to grasp not existing. But reality exists regardless of my conciousness, after all.
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