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As in, if there was an event, but no one could remember it then in a sence it never happened. It amazed me because these things would be lost forever.
Forever!
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Yeah, that is an interesting thought. It's true, too. My friend in highschool had this concept for a comic book he was toying around with along those concepts. People could willingly forget something and if this happened, that forgotten thing, or person, would just disapear forever and become nothing. A fate worse than death.
Sometimes the thought that in a thousand years I'll be nothing but decaying worm shit and a worn down tombstone causes me intense anguish. I don't want to be forever forgotten, but probably 99% of humans who have ever walked the earth stop existing when their loved ones die. One day my Grandpa will only be stories my father told me and whatever locked up subconcious memories I have of him before he died when I was two years old.
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Second bottom one for me. I'm only living once, and my dad's had it and he's been fine. So I don't see the point in worrying.
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I agree entirely. I sort of see it as right now I'm at the pinacle of self-discovery, and whatever means I need to get to that point really shouldn't be too big of a deal. A bit of shit in my lungs and a few lost brain cells, but what the hell, I'll cop out a few years earlier. In the grand scheme it doesn't seem like ten years is worth worrying about. Seems like a lot now, but when you get to that point, you're not doing a whole lot anyway.