Death?
 

Where do you think we go when we die? And your opinions on death?

I like Death, they put out some quality music in the 90's, even if Ridg3 refuses to acknowledge it. :p

But seriously, I have no idea what happens, and I don't think I ever will. I get by saying this I am somewhat insinuating that I'm of the belief that we simply "stop existing", as boring as that seems.

I'd like to say I believe in reincarnation, but it just doesn't seem plausible, like, at all. Pretty cool concept though. Would love to come back as a Barracuda or something and be the terror of the reefs. Or a Sloth.

'Stop existing' as in we just disappear, or are forgotten about?

Yeah, minus the "forgotten about" part. We still remember our ancestors, right?

But yeah, no memories retained, no thoughts, nothing. It's impossible and the sheer thought of it could lead one to insanity, but basically that's what I mean. It makes the most sense to me, seeing as there's no real brain left to do any thinking.

I seem to have a belief that when we die, we are still alive inside, and can dream and stuff, it's weird, but that's just what I want to be true.

I have faith that when we die we go to Heaven or Hell, therefore death does not scare me as much as it might do to others. But I don't spend much time contemplating it, why bother, we are here for just a fraction of the Earth's life, let's not waste it moping around waiting for the guy with scythe.

That's really enlightened me. I worry too much about death you see, but maybe I shouldn't as much.

I want a fat man who lives in the Arctic circle and gives out free presents to be true; he isn't. Forgive me, but belief in something because you want it to be true is stupid and irrational.

EDIT: Also why worry about death? Death is the absolute end; when there you will have no opinion of it.

But believing brings hope it can be true, and we all need hope, otherwise we'll all be sad-sacks who do nothing.

Well I'm glad you can seek refuge in my words but I think it's what many people will tell you! If you go out and enjoy life you can embrace death knowing that you had a good run and perhaps you'll have another, everlasting one soon enough.

...that sounded really Bible Basher.

Oh yeah? Name your great-great-great-granddaddies, then.



The brain stops "minding". The mind, consciousness, is a verb. It's what the brain does. The energy of the active processes disperses as useless, entropic heat, which is exactly what happened throughout life, too, only now it won't be replaced by the neurons' metabolism. The unique structure of that brain (as it was at death, since it changes throughout life) that are the physical presence of memories and personality, and all physical and biological damage sustained throughout that life, begins to be lost as integrity is lost through putrefaction. Nothing besides the useless cadaver of that person remains. But those remains are not the only leavings that person has left. All through life, veritable tonnes of that person's living matter escaped into the environment, in the breath, urine, sweat. And it would be readily consumed by innumerable living organisms, incorporated into their bodies, and lost again just as easily, or re-purposed wholesale by the organism that consumes them. Some of it certainly returned to human bodies, perhaps even the same. The meager carcass we burn or bury is but a final eddy in the great wake of molecules churned up worldwide by that person's brief existence. And what is left will live again as certainly as the bastard's oceans of urine already is.


BUT I ALMOST FORGOT!
The mind is a verb, and all verbs are special and divine. Just as an ineffable essence of tea-stirring survives the moment I put down the spoon to drink it and undoubtedly exists indefinitely in the Afterstir, there is also an essence of consciousness that obviously survives brain death and exists indefinitely in an Afterlife. Because that just makes sense.

You're clearly not cynical enough for the real world.

Thankfully, if there are still people who live in hope then it's a good day.

I believe that false hope is much worse than no hope at all.

i do, i hope i'll wake up tomorrow, i hope there's bacon in the fridge, stuff like that, haha.

depends in what you are hoping for. It's very hard to say anything is 'false hope' because eventually it might come true.

I don't value my happiness based on hope; I value it on what actually happens.

I factor lots of things into my happiness, but personally I agree, I don't hope for much I simply work hard to try and make things happen. Things that are out of my reach I can't effect, maybe then they are worth hoping for, but what is hope if not a pointless sentiment with no power behind it.

Good point, but my ancestors were unimaginative and didn't plan on being well known. I, on the other hand, plan on being extremely eccentric and rich.

Realistically, I'll settle for either.

On the contrary, if you don't place hope in the improbable you can't be disappointed. I don't dwell on impossible fantasies to retain happiness; I consume caffeine.

I don't know what to believe when it comes to death. I believe in a god but not heaven. I think that when you die, you just die. 'nuff said. You get buried and that's that. Obviously your brain will die which will prevent you from dreaming and stuff. But do we have souls that depart our bodies when we die?
Anyway, I Googled it and came across this Wikipedia page ... It's just about different beliefs in afterlife and stuff. Might be a good read if you're interested.
Click meh!

There's absolutely nothing wrong in hoping for stuff after death. It's not false hope. Call it wish-thinking. It would be great if we didnt just become meaningless nothing when we die.


Personally I don't really care what happens. I'll just wait and see. It's most likely true that we just cease existing, but it's a really weird thought. This non-conscious concept. What does that mean? I really cant grasp there not being some kind of consciousness when I die.

Surely someone who did believe in Hell would be more worried than someone who didn't believe in any afterlife? I'm not afraid of death near as much as I'm afraid of the possibility of it happening in a painful way.

Disbelieving in the afterlife is what drives me to acheive anything with my life. I'm doing the best I can now, because there's no second chances coming after death.

I do to, you get that really odd felling that sort of washes over you. I don't understand how atheists in particular can make themselves believe that nothing happens once you die, not because I don't respect their beliefs but because it is a scary thing to believe.

I don't understand what odd feeling you're referring to.


I also don't understand what you find so frightening. If I try and imagine where you're coming from, the only concept that I can imagine being scary is the prospect of there being consciousness after death, but no afterlife. So you'd be stuck in empty, lonely space for the rest of eternity. That would indeed be scary.

But that's not what atheists believe. As BM tried to explain, consciousness is a biproduct of the wiring of the brain. When you die, consciousness ceases. There is no thought, no existence, nothing. Why is that frightening?

As someone who doesnt believe in anything after death, I suppose I'm the kind of person who is feeling the more negative effects.
The concept of nothing after death has made me a very nihilistic person. In the end, it's as if I don't really care anyway. I also don't care about suicide. I feel if things truly get where I don't want them, I could off myself any minute. Not because Im depressed, just because I know we'll all die, and it doesn't matter if you were an asshole, a middle class person, a king who was part of numerous secret organizations that rule the world or a saint. We all end up in the ground, eaten by worms.

So In the end I don't really care what happens. Right now I feel I'm sort of just coasting along, and the only reason I'm holding on, is because there are certain things in my life that I like very much. But if those disappeared, I'd just wanna disappear too.
Nothing matters basically.


Have I depressed you yet? :3

Sorry, but that doesn't really make sense. When you die you don't care about second chances; you don't regret anything. Your dead.

I stopped believing in God. I don't think someone judges us for what we're doing on Earth. We should be able to judge each other to live here better (but we aren't). So I don't think there is Hell or Heaven. Also I don't think we have a soul because you know feelings are caused by some chemicals. We are animals (biologically), we'll end up whit other dead animals! Where? I don't know, but no afterlife!

Powering the motors of the future?

Dead men don't regret, old men do.

Why worry about death any way, I sometimes do but I wonder why now. When we die that's it so enjoy yourself and wait for the next life.

I worry about death because I doubt the existence of a next life.

The end is definitely something you should be concerned about.

I imagine being dead is like sleeping.

You feel nothing........................

When you close your eyes you don't realise you are asleep. At least I don't anyway.

We have all had that time when we have accidentaly fallen asleep but we don't realise we have done it until we have woken up.

That particular moment I never realised I was asleep until I had woke up. I imagine being dead being the same, apart from the waking up bit.

The best thing about sleeping is the waking up.

Why bother to fear the inevitable, fuck that, I'll intend to enjoy my life until it ends.

I'm only afraid if I was to be murdered.

I'm sure you would be scared if some guy took you hostage with a gun to your head.

But if I had a disease that was going to end my life I'd take advantage of the time I have left and not sit there worrying about something inavoidable living in regret that I didn't get out there and enjoy myself when I'm in my last minutes.

Think of Freddie Mercury when he knew his time was running short. He didn't just sit there moaning about it, he got out there and did what he loved doing. Making Music.

I'm sure people would respect you more if you did what you loved doing instead of moaning all the time.

when i die, a giant big tittied angel is going to take me high up and we will fuck forever.


the rest of you are going to be mindless or whatever pessimistic bullshit you come up with

If someone put a gun to my head I'd make weird sexual noises until it became to awkward for him to hold me any more then he'd leave.

In all seriousness though I'm of the camp that doesn't really worry about death. It kind of hurts my head a little, because to think of my death is to think about the concept of eternity, and to be honest I find eternity to be more scary than death, for some reason.

It is false hope, and it is bad, we see this whenever we see someone living for their death. Or dying for it.

It's quite simple. Think back to 1668. Remember that? Good year. Very quiet, as I recall. That's what being dead is like.

We don't make ourselves believe it. It's your side that has not made us believe otherwise. It's about facing and accepting reality as we find it. Courage is required to do this, and to forge our own purpose rather than accepting one dictated to us. But it's not required to accept death as the end. Intellectually, it is very natural to do so. Psychologically it may be a different story, but that is more to do with comprehension than acceptance.

On the topic of scary beliefs, you are the one with hell. And that wonderful depiction of heaven. So if anything I should be taking tips from you.