Death. -

[GS 281]

I don't see there being anything after we die. We are all a part of nature and once our bodies stop working, we go back into the process of creating life again. The insects we look down on today will devour us tomorrow, and every moment you spend on the Kiwi is another moment you come closer to being worm food.

 

[Chicken Dippers]

I'd generally tend to think that there's nothing after we die. It may seem weird, but I find the idea of eternal nothingness, without thoughts or worries, to be somewhat comforting. I do sometimes have fears like we remain conscious for as much as a century after we die (a rather silly idea, I know), but I don't really have any set belief on exactly what happens after we die.

 

[Phil Ken Sebben]

I'm a total atheist with very little in the whole spirituality bit. It's all about the evidence for me. Show me it's real and the test results and I'll be inclined to believe you, tell me that it's real with nothing to back it up and I'll most likely ignore it.

As for an afterlife I don't think there is one. We're born, we live, we die. There's no cosmic significance to it or grand plan other than two people getting frisky one night and you coming along nine months later. Would I like there to be an afterlife? Maybe, but only if oblivion was possible.

I mean eternity is a long time even if you've got millions of years to learn and do and experience new things it's still eternity. And does it continue up until the heat death of the universe or does it continue past that point? Realistically speaking, if eternity truly means eternity then that would possibly be the worst punishment ever even if it was beautiful and happy every single day.

 

[The Knife's Husbando]

'There are millions of people longing for immortality, that don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy afternoon."

-Unknown.

 

[XH 502]

 

[Cave]

Death is more sad than scary.

Losing someone is powerful.

It can derail your life entirely.

That's what makes it scary.

 

[Mark Corrigan]

Death is a fact of life. Without death, there'd be no evolution.

I'm not really scared of death. I just hope I'll die with dignity, without having to bother my entire family with my senile ramblings and old-age illnesses.

 

[Mecha-Lenin]

Here is how I like to look at human life: my life is not inherently or magically more valuable than another persons or vice versa.

What counts then, is not merely the length and quality of my life (which is important nonetheless), but the quality of the lives that exist by my side and which will also come after my own.

So on to death!.... It does scare me sometimes, yes... but that is natural. It does not keep me up at night because I know that life will go on without me. Which then makes the task of leaving the world as we know it behind, better than when we entered it, for humans (and other creatures) besides myself, far more paramount.

I do not believe in an afterlife. It is merely a matter of evidence... and all of it points to my existence being tied to my chemical body. But because of what I already outlined, the thought of death does not sting so badly.

 

[Jack Haywood]

Like many others, I also believe there is no afterlife and death is the total end. In my honest opinion, why would death even exist if there was an afterlife? Why not just be transported there anyways?

 

[Mecha-Lenin]

Futhermore, the idea of a resurrection/reincarnation/afterlife is a MYTH, A LIE, A LEGEND.

Not that I disagree, but I find it amusing that you would say this and then, with a strait face, claim there were two deities... that followed human reproductive biology no less*.

A Christian would surely laugh you off and simply assert the reverse was true.

I guess what I am saying is: maybe you are not in a position to so carelessly disregard the "myths, lies, and legends" of another religious faith?

...

*And to think that "male" and "female" are UNIVERSAL opposites? What hubris! To suppose the biology of the universe follows the Earth example!

 

[Jack Haywood]

@Mecha-Lenin Ok then, I'll edit my post with your criticism in mind. And I didn't mean deities that were literally or biologically opposite, I meant abstractly opposite. Just to clear things up. I'm sorry for any arrogance that was displayed.

 

[Tragi-Chan]

Powerlevelling like fuck here, but I've lately found myself thinking about this subject a lot, and even rethinking my position. I'm an atheist and I try to be a rationalist, so I don't believe in an afterlife. I never really feared death. I was scared of pain and illness, but death itself didn't really bother me.

About six weeks ago, my best friend and sometime girlfriend died very suddenly, and it was honestly the most upsetting time of my entire life. I'd lost people to death before, but either we weren't close or they were sick or frail enough that it didn't come as a shock. This really blew me away. I found myself actually wishing that I did believe in something after death, because it's really hard to accept that someone who'd been such a major part of my life could just cease to exist without saying goodbye. I wanted, more than anything else in the world, to be able to somehow speak to her one more time. As a spirit, in a future incarnation, in the afterlife, whatever. So I think for the first time, I really understood the human need to believe in an afterlife. I still don't myself, but I still have difficulty with that "she no longer exists" thing.

Then a couple of days ago, I got rushed into hospital myself with a suspected brain haemorrhage. After much testing, it turned out to be a false alarm, but for about 24 hours I found myself absolutely terrified of the possibility of death. I was probably made more paranoid about it by my friend's sudden demise (she'd also collapsed with no warning, been rushed into hospital and been told there was nothing visibly wrong with her). But yeah, for the first time, I was actually scared of the possibility of dying. Not for anything that comes after, but for fear of upsetting those I love and of leaving things unsaid and undone. Completely illogical, but that was what was on my mind.

I guess maybe what I really believe is that the afterlife exists, but as the impression you leave behind amongst the living.

 

[The Knife's Husbando]

I was actually scared of the possibility of dying. Not for anything that comes after, but for fear of upsetting those I love and of leaving things unsaid and undone. Completely illogical, but that was what was on my mind.

Not illogical at all.

You care about these folks. This is the reason I always say "Goodbye. I love you." to my wife & all my friends and family before I hang up the phone or leave. You never know what can happen in this big 'ol world.

And if it comes down to it, I'd like that to be the last thing they heard from me.

 

[Super Collie]

This thread has been here for almost three years, and I finally decided to tackle it. This is a subject I don't enjoy, but I know that ignoring things doesn't make them go away.

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.

I made it this far into the thread.

 

[Pepsi-Cola]

It's just a natural part of life. When you die, nothing happens, everything just ends. If I had to believe in a afterlife I'd probably say we become like a part of the universe and what have you after we die, like our consciousness just sort of becomes one with existence or something really deep and hard to understand like that.

Think of it this way, the chances of being alive in the first place is so slim (scientifically speaking) that it was a miracle we got to exist in the first place. Just be glad you got to experience the ride of life in the first place, and know that death is all just a part of the ride.

 

[c-no]

It's just a natural part of life. When you die, nothing happens, everything just ends. If I had to believe in a afterlife I'd probably say we become like a part of the universe and what have you after we die, like our consciousness just sort of becomes one with existence or something really deep and hard to understand like that.

Considering that oneness with the universe and existence, Hinduism may be closest with that. At least in a sense that when we die, we could be one with Brahman (that is if we are free of Samsara, the wheel of rebirth. I have to make sure my study on Hindusim is correct).

 

[AnOminous]

Considering that oneness with the universe and existence, Hinduism may be closest with that. At least in a sense that when we die, we could be one with Brahman (that is if we are free of Samsara, the wheel of rebirth. I have to make sure my study on Hindusim is correct).

When I die, I will become one with Batman.

 

[WhoWhatWhere]

Worrying about the death of my parents has been eating me up inside more and more as of late. With regard to my Mother she's been in remission from breast cancer a little over and year and a half now. Somehow she managed to get shit done while ill. For most of her illness she was in the process with the city getting a huge one stop homeless facility opened as the executive director. Its been an 11 year process. To this day I'm in awe of what she's accomplished.

On that note seeing her so ill that I quite literally thought she was dead twice, like called 911 and had ambulances here dead has scarred me more than I am comfortable admitting to those in real life. Internet is easier. Hearing her crash in the restroom and finding her after passing out while vomiting haunts me. Her arms were straight out, her eyes were open, her mouth was open and I swear to this day I didn't think she was breathing. This could have been for a few minutes or it could have been for ten minutes. Suddenly out of nowhere she starts not quite gasping but this deep throated I don't even fucking know what to call it.

Thinking about her dying this way so unfitting for someone that does so much good for others is horrifying. I focus on it too much.

As for my Father, he is 72 and suffers from the same (worse actually) depression and anxiety issues as I do. I wonder if he thinks about death inching closer and closer at night and what that must be like. They tell me not to think about things like this but really how do you not?

As far as myself I worry but it doesn't eat me up inside the way it does w my parents. I don't believe in afterlife. If anything I believe we go back to square one. Star stuff whatever you want to call it. Sometimes it almost seems a relief from the darker areas of my mind.

TLDR: I don't want my loved ones to die painfully knowing the good they bring to this world. Sometimes for myself it seems like a means to ending the darker areas of my mind. No afterlife just science.

You take the good, you take the bad,
you take them both and there you have
The facts of life, the facts of life.

 

[Sweet and Savoury]

My own death bothers me very little. As I'll be dead and I believe in no afterlife.

It's the death of ones close to me that keep me up in the wee hours of the night.

 

[Daughter of Cernunnos]

It's funny you mention death and sleep in the same sentence. For most of the time you are sleeping, "you" are effectively dead. You only dream in short bursts here and there.

Death is an event that leads to non-existence. Non existence is a non-event. You didn't exist for the billions of years leading up to your birth, and you won't exist for the billions more that lead to the eventual heat-death of the universe. Existence is an infinitesimal spark hammered between two unimaginably wide gulfs of oblivion.

What I'm really trying to say is, stop fucking around. Go get drunk or hang out w friends. Get your heart broken. Make an idiot out of yourself in public. You'll regret the shit you didn't do way more than the shit you did.

>Make an idiot out of yourself in public
>Posts this on Kiwi Farms

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