Agroboy
I am not quite the man you take me for
- Apr 30, 2026
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The strange conviction that it is possible to exist again after death is something that often occupies my mind. Everything in nature seems to be recycled. What we are today is merely a manifestation of what Schopenhauer called the "Will": a blind force that does not care about individual beings, but constantly seeks new expressions, a new life, a new chemical reaction.
In the end, we are only one manifestation among many, moving toward death because we will eventually be recycled into something else. This leads me to wonder whether the universe itself may one day reboot. There is even a theory in physics that touches on this possibility: the cyclical universe.
The matter that composes us will continue to exist after our death. Our consciousness may fade away, but the actions we take during our lives can influence people who have not even been born yet. For example, I once read Carlo Michelstaedter, who took his own life and never expected his work to become widely known. In the preface, he writes that he did not believe anyone would take his writings seriously. Yet reading his reflections on rhetoric made me think about how society can become a veil of deception, one that seeks to use the individual until nothing remains.
A similar idea can be found in Max Stirner's concept of "spooks" or "phantoms": abstract ideas that people treat as sacred realities. Political and religious ideologies, for example, can subordinate the individual's will to blind ideals that often serve only the power, comfort, and interests of a privileged few.
With all this in mind, within this vast web of causality, we continue to exist even after death through the consequences of our actions. The people we influence go on to influence others, creating a chain reaction that extends far beyond our own lives. Our matter continues in new forms and new beings. And perhaps, on an even greater scale, the universe itself may one day recycle, since absolute emptiness or true nothingness appears to be impossible according to our current understanding of physics.
What unsettles me most is the possibility of existing through infinite lives, where death is never truly a final rest, but only the beginning of another possibility
From my perspective, even suicide can be seen as an act of faith, because not even death can guarantee a definitive end. For the consciousness of the one who dies, it may indeed become a form of rest. Yet the deeper fear—one that many people have likely felt at some point—is the possibility of ending one's life only to awaken somewhere else, in another existence, perhaps one even worse than the last.
If there is no certainty about what follows death, then death itself cannot offer certainty. It may be an ending, but it may also be a transition. The unsettling thought is that, in seeking escape from suffering, one might merely be stepping into another form of it. In that sense, the fear is not death itself, but the possibility that existence continues beyond it in ways we cannot imagine or control.
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No matter how much I think about it, and no matter how much I have studied and tried to understand what life is, I have come to realize that I have nothing meaningful to contribute here. I see that, even with the best intentions, any words of mine are ultimately futile and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Life goes on with or without me.
So, take care, everyone. I have been here before, but this is definitely the last time. I consider any questions concerning life and death to be settled for me. Ironically, I feel nothing—no fear at all. Instead, a profound sense of peace and acceptance is with me, something that once seemed impossible.
"Uma morte para uma verdadeira vida"
In the end, we are only one manifestation among many, moving toward death because we will eventually be recycled into something else. This leads me to wonder whether the universe itself may one day reboot. There is even a theory in physics that touches on this possibility: the cyclical universe.
The matter that composes us will continue to exist after our death. Our consciousness may fade away, but the actions we take during our lives can influence people who have not even been born yet. For example, I once read Carlo Michelstaedter, who took his own life and never expected his work to become widely known. In the preface, he writes that he did not believe anyone would take his writings seriously. Yet reading his reflections on rhetoric made me think about how society can become a veil of deception, one that seeks to use the individual until nothing remains.
A similar idea can be found in Max Stirner's concept of "spooks" or "phantoms": abstract ideas that people treat as sacred realities. Political and religious ideologies, for example, can subordinate the individual's will to blind ideals that often serve only the power, comfort, and interests of a privileged few.
With all this in mind, within this vast web of causality, we continue to exist even after death through the consequences of our actions. The people we influence go on to influence others, creating a chain reaction that extends far beyond our own lives. Our matter continues in new forms and new beings. And perhaps, on an even greater scale, the universe itself may one day recycle, since absolute emptiness or true nothingness appears to be impossible according to our current understanding of physics.
What unsettles me most is the possibility of existing through infinite lives, where death is never truly a final rest, but only the beginning of another possibility
From my perspective, even suicide can be seen as an act of faith, because not even death can guarantee a definitive end. For the consciousness of the one who dies, it may indeed become a form of rest. Yet the deeper fear—one that many people have likely felt at some point—is the possibility of ending one's life only to awaken somewhere else, in another existence, perhaps one even worse than the last.
If there is no certainty about what follows death, then death itself cannot offer certainty. It may be an ending, but it may also be a transition. The unsettling thought is that, in seeking escape from suffering, one might merely be stepping into another form of it. In that sense, the fear is not death itself, but the possibility that existence continues beyond it in ways we cannot imagine or control.
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No matter how much I think about it, and no matter how much I have studied and tried to understand what life is, I have come to realize that I have nothing meaningful to contribute here. I see that, even with the best intentions, any words of mine are ultimately futile and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Life goes on with or without me.
So, take care, everyone. I have been here before, but this is definitely the last time. I consider any questions concerning life and death to be settled for me. Ironically, I feel nothing—no fear at all. Instead, a profound sense of peace and acceptance is with me, something that once seemed impossible.
"Uma morte para uma verdadeira vida"
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