pharma
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- Mar 4, 2023
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Last night I was philosophizing about death. I almost died once, it was peaceful. But trying to understand death is like trying to explain quantum physics to a worm. The worm has no concept of mathematics or language so there's no point-the living have no concept of non-existence so there is no point in imagining what it would be like. However, I was thinking about the possibility of an afterlife, and the thought disgruntled me for several reasons.
1. If we are reincarnated then we have to worry about dying again. Ugh. The thought already keeps me up as night. (As one of my favorite song goes: At least death means I won't have to worry about dying again.)
2. If consciousness persists after death in some sort of afterlife, what the hell will I do for an eternity? Wouldn't I just get bored? I joked to myself, while scrolling YouTube shorts, that I wouldn't mind doom scrolling for eternity. That thought frightened me lol.
3. The most likely scenario-If there is nothing after death, then what is the point of anything at all? I worry about it a lot, even though when it happens I will be too dead to care. I try to shoot my shots (even though they've missed 100% of the time). When I asked my friend what he though the purpose of life was (and I was being completely serious) he said "basketball." I'm not sure of he was joking or not.
4. I believed this when I was younger but not so much anymore-If we restart our lives (believing that time is non-linear) and live every moment the exact same then that would mean that hell is real-at least for some of us.
Sometimes I just want to blow my brains out just so I can find out. My father and grandmother passed away several years ago. I don't "feel" or "hear" them around in the spiritual sense that most folks who have lost loved ones have claimed. I believe it's a coping method. Because of this, I don't believe that our souls (if they exist) or consciousness remain stapled to the present. I do ascribe to the notion that time is not linear. I also believe that there is something unique in human sapience. I just think that the universe and consciousness is so complex and utterly vast that there must be something more to it.
Sometimes, I want to kill myself to just find out. Of course, I won't be coming back to tell people. I just wanna know so bad. I don't want to kill myself before my mother passes. I know it will destroy her (as I mentioned, her ex husband and mother died, so have a couple of her sisters).
1. If we are reincarnated then we have to worry about dying again. Ugh. The thought already keeps me up as night. (As one of my favorite song goes: At least death means I won't have to worry about dying again.)
2. If consciousness persists after death in some sort of afterlife, what the hell will I do for an eternity? Wouldn't I just get bored? I joked to myself, while scrolling YouTube shorts, that I wouldn't mind doom scrolling for eternity. That thought frightened me lol.
3. The most likely scenario-If there is nothing after death, then what is the point of anything at all? I worry about it a lot, even though when it happens I will be too dead to care. I try to shoot my shots (even though they've missed 100% of the time). When I asked my friend what he though the purpose of life was (and I was being completely serious) he said "basketball." I'm not sure of he was joking or not.
4. I believed this when I was younger but not so much anymore-If we restart our lives (believing that time is non-linear) and live every moment the exact same then that would mean that hell is real-at least for some of us.
Sometimes I just want to blow my brains out just so I can find out. My father and grandmother passed away several years ago. I don't "feel" or "hear" them around in the spiritual sense that most folks who have lost loved ones have claimed. I believe it's a coping method. Because of this, I don't believe that our souls (if they exist) or consciousness remain stapled to the present. I do ascribe to the notion that time is not linear. I also believe that there is something unique in human sapience. I just think that the universe and consciousness is so complex and utterly vast that there must be something more to it.
Sometimes, I want to kill myself to just find out. Of course, I won't be coming back to tell people. I just wanna know so bad. I don't want to kill myself before my mother passes. I know it will destroy her (as I mentioned, her ex husband and mother died, so have a couple of her sisters).