I've read this interpretation of death before, and it makes the most sense, but frick. It gets to me somehow, that I won't even exist to experience nonexistence. Like, you die and that's it, you never exist again. There are fellas over on /x/ that believe in reincarnation, something about the specific arrangement of atoms that make up your consciousness reforming somewhere in the infinite universe at some point in the many billions of years that will come after your death, or something else about our soul being infinite, a CIA remote viewer saw the afterlife, or whatever.
But once I sat and really pondered what it would mean to not exist anymore, what it could possibly mean to not even be around to experience nonexistence when existence is all I've ever known, and it almost gave me a panic attack.
I try not to think about it too much but I know death waits for us all.
I do think our consciousness spins through time when we die, but it manifests as an inner voice that can’t change casualty and that godly part of us eventually goes all the way back to source via that way.
over the past few years I've started becoming more and more convinced of spirits, energies, aura, etc, I think there are certainly things beyond our perception, but I don't know how we fit into it. I think souls existing makes sense somehow though I've never "proven" it in my thoughts. but I don't want to just be a disembodied spirit carrying all the guilt and shame of wasting my one chance at existence.
i would be more afraid that it is just an infinite loop of you being born, growing old and then dying just to be born again and recreate the exact same life you've always lived. i am not a hugely spiritual person but I am convinced that this is what happens to us. over and over, for all time. maybe deja vu is just the previous play throughs bleeding over into the current run. like a cassette tape that has been recorded over hundreds or thousands of times
There really isn't any logical reason to believe there's nothing after death and we won't ever exist anymore.
That's the kind of answer you find when you for sure know everything there is to know about existence, and frankly, we don't know shit.
Look at it this way: Our scientists believe that we evolved from monkeys, but don't even have an answer for how or why we suddenly decided to make and appreciate art.
We're a special breed anon. Something like us just doesn't fade away.
Is there nothing redeeming about being apart of the Dutchman's crew? Like, once your a senior half fish dude you probably get along pretty good with your fellow half fish dudes, it probably sucks to be a new recruit, or one that ends up apart of the ships hull.
Your ex gf is a hideous swamp nigress who Barbossa and I spitroasted. She'll bring me back from death like she did him just for a second round of unlubed penetration.
Honestly I’d probably get all autistic and start stammering something about like the difference between death itself and the dying, and if it’s happening to me or someone else, and like how soon are we talking and then he throws me overboard
Tell him the horrific truth about what happened in Detroit on that fateful night in the summer of 1992 to SHOCK the shit out of that squid and get away
We are all immortal creator beings and have been co-creating everything since the beginning. This life only exists to experience believing in mortality. It's one big joke.
I instantly start deepthroating a tentacle.
squidward has superior speed feats, he makes a noose out of his tentacles and hangs you
I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.
I've read this interpretation of death before, and it makes the most sense, but frick. It gets to me somehow, that I won't even exist to experience nonexistence. Like, you die and that's it, you never exist again. There are fellas over on /x/ that believe in reincarnation, something about the specific arrangement of atoms that make up your consciousness reforming somewhere in the infinite universe at some point in the many billions of years that will come after your death, or something else about our soul being infinite, a CIA remote viewer saw the afterlife, or whatever.
But once I sat and really pondered what it would mean to not exist anymore, what it could possibly mean to not even be around to experience nonexistence when existence is all I've ever known, and it almost gave me a panic attack.
I try not to think about it too much but I know death waits for us all.
>Like, you die and that's it, you never exist again.
If only it was that simple, anon. I envy your naivety.
I'm not sure which is worse anon, that I'll be reborn potentially as a Chinese peasant in 53 AD or that I'll never exist again
I do think our consciousness spins through time when we die, but it manifests as an inner voice that can’t change casualty and that godly part of us eventually goes all the way back to source via that way.
over the past few years I've started becoming more and more convinced of spirits, energies, aura, etc, I think there are certainly things beyond our perception, but I don't know how we fit into it. I think souls existing makes sense somehow though I've never "proven" it in my thoughts. but I don't want to just be a disembodied spirit carrying all the guilt and shame of wasting my one chance at existence.
i would be more afraid that it is just an infinite loop of you being born, growing old and then dying just to be born again and recreate the exact same life you've always lived. i am not a hugely spiritual person but I am convinced that this is what happens to us. over and over, for all time. maybe deja vu is just the previous play throughs bleeding over into the current run. like a cassette tape that has been recorded over hundreds or thousands of times
There really isn't any logical reason to believe there's nothing after death and we won't ever exist anymore.
That's the kind of answer you find when you for sure know everything there is to know about existence, and frankly, we don't know shit.
Look at it this way: Our scientists believe that we evolved from monkeys, but don't even have an answer for how or why we suddenly decided to make and appreciate art.
We're a special breed anon. Something like us just doesn't fade away.
>Our scientists believe that we evolved from monkeys,
no scientist believes that moron
>no scientist believes in evolution
evolution isn't humans descending from monkeys moran, evolution is humans and monkeys sharing a common ancestor.
The question is more "do you fear gods judgement after you die or have you lived a sinless life? Aka do you want to die or live?"
Is there nothing redeeming about being apart of the Dutchman's crew? Like, once your a senior half fish dude you probably get along pretty good with your fellow half fish dudes, it probably sucks to be a new recruit, or one that ends up apart of the ships hull.
Your ex gf is a hideous swamp nigress who Barbossa and I spitroasted. She'll bring me back from death like she did him just for a second round of unlubed penetration.
I used to fear a lot of things before i took a frick ton on mushrooms now i don't care about anything.
I still drop 10-12 grams about once a month. Nothing like really being out there.
It melts away all the things that were put into our heads over the years.
It's okay.
I will kiss him, and that's what nobody does!
>Yes.
>WILL YE SERVE?!
>Frick, no.
Any other answer is betamax queerness.
why dont they give Gore Verbinksi more movies
i wouldnt mind seeing a marvel from him
Honestly I’d probably get all autistic and start stammering something about like the difference between death itself and the dying, and if it’s happening to me or someone else, and like how soon are we talking and then he throws me overboard
If a tiny Asian boy can land a punch on Squid-man then i can certainly take that fricker down in a fist fight.
Literal clown shoes.
I dont know man Sora has fought Hades who is actually a god. Could you feven hope to defeat regular human James Woods?
James Woods no ,but i doubt he's a regular human.
"Yeah,"
My ancestors await in Walhalla, go ahead. You'll always be crying over a negress.
Tell him the horrific truth about what happened in Detroit on that fateful night in the summer of 1992 to SHOCK the shit out of that squid and get away
PEE-YEW, do you fear Colgate?
So asked the fearful of the dying man
We are all immortal creator beings and have been co-creating everything since the beginning. This life only exists to experience believing in mortality. It's one big joke.