Half of the time I look forward to my death, it doesn’t scare me since I don’t see the real point of my life, what scares me is if my agony would be slow and painful.
But then what? I just stop existing and it’s like I fell asleep? Do I see light? Darkness? Nothing? What is nothing?
I’ll be in the same place I was before I was born.
What I think or what I hope?
I think it will be just like before I was born. I will become nothing.
I hope that I’m wrong and I will be reunited with my loved ones.
You wake up outside the matrix.
The mind is what the brain does .
When the brain stops doing, the mind stops being.
There is no darkness, there isn’t even nothing, because there’s no you to experience it.
Where do the ripples on a pond go if the water dries up? There are no ripples, because there’s no longer a pond for them to be on.
There is no darkness, there isn’t even nothing, because there’s no you to experience it.
It’s such a weird concept to get our heads around but this is it, and I personally find it quite comforting. It’s just very hard to explain why!
My conscience ends.
If the materialists are right, the atoms I’m made of end up reforming my conscience into another mortal coil as a matter of statistics.
If they’re wrong and there’s a spirit that’s not bound to the material world, I end up living inside another hull that accepts consciousness. Repeatedly. Could be human, alien, or that of an animal.
If that happens, I want to live in a world that respects all consciousness.
I’m pretty sure your bodily functions all shut down and then you’re incapable of experiencing whatever happens to your cadaver. Some people might be a little sad about it for a while and then the same will happen to them.
My wife and I have discussed contingency plans for what to do if there’s an afterlife. If one of us ends up in a good place and the other in a bad place, we’re both determined to do whatever is necessary to meet in ideally a middle place or whichever place will take both of us otherwise. If we become spirits that walk the earth unseen by mortals, we’ll meet in the desert where we had our wedding. If we are forced to reincarnate, we will attempt to bargain to reincarnate as the same species within a small enough geographical distance that we can likely meet again.
you become dead
When you die you simply wake up in the nearest universe where you didn’t die.
Death is an objective event. It never happens subjectively.
In everyone else’s experience, you die. Your body becomes a corpse and you are no longer there.
In your own experience, you don’t die. The gun doesn’t fire. The car crash never happens. You somehow walk away from the train derailment. Your cancer clears up.
Death exists for other people, never for the self.
Eventually, you become the only living human. You are eternal.
After millions of years, you accumulate enough power to create new people. You do this so you don’t have to be alone. You are now God.
Nothing, just like the thing you experienced before you were born.
I know that the people who love you will miss you.
Either nothing or everything.
I like to think it’s this… Kurtzgesagt - The Egg
Here’s a link to the original short story https://galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
Nothing.
You don’t experience anything, not even a sense of ‘nothing’.
