Death

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The great tragedy of my life…. there is no absolute truth. There is no right, no wrong, no good, no bad only arguments. Only those words which form sentences that appeal to my passions, to my current nature. What should I believe? Why should I believe it? Who decides to make the laws and rules that we ought to believe? Is something good because it says so in the bible? What of the parts that allow women to be the objects of men, and men the objects of men? Is some spiritual guidance that we shall dare not call God? Is it we who chose what things are right and what things are  wrong? What do those concepts mean at any rate? What is right in one age is wrong in the next, what is wrong when the sun shines on our face is right when the sun shines on our back. Those with dark skin hold truths different than those with pale faces. We all hold truths in our hearts, truths we dare not speak, truths we dare not reveal to anyone, even ourselves. Truths about us that have existed since we stole our first breathe from the nuture and care of our mothers womb, yet we will not discover until we speak our last word to those we love, and yet still, truths, about ourselves we will not know until the last person that has known us in this life greets us in the next.  What is truth? Is it the opposite of a lie? Is it the equal to all the shame we force on the shoulders of ourselves when we desert our dreams to promote the dream of our progeny? Cutting our hair, placing a red and black striped noose around our neck, dressing as if everyday is a funeral, hard bottoms, black suits, this is the truth our parents told us was coming, even when the deviance in our eyes spilled into disrespectful tongues. No, that is their truth! I screamed. My truth exists as as a dream, a dream I have never dreamt, a reality I have never felt.                                                                                                                    
The search for truth is a search for a freedom, a freedom I shall not know even in death, for in death we ascend to heaven to an eternal place of peace, and eternal place of complaancy. In death I shall not desire truth, I shall be confronted with it every day….but even  in death, with the answers which only the pale horse can bring, shall I have no more questions? Shall all be answered? But how did we get there? Why are we in a place which fulfills every hearts desire? How would such a place work? In life I changed my fancies as the seasons change their colors, as the fall changes leaves from their summer glory to their winter departure, shall I not expect, upon my final rest, that I shall only want those things which I wanted in life? When I grew from a child to a young adult my passions have changed, shall that be the same as I grow from one century to the next? What shall I accept  when I am no longer encumbered by the passions of a hedonistic life scoffed at by the faithful? In my eternal sleep, shall I love another as I do now? Is love not pain? How can the pain of love be welcomed in the great peaceful kingdom? It is settled, no longer enamored by the beauty of the softer sex, then shall i know truth…. right? What a horrible truth it shall be.
 Upon my ascension I shall want things I could never imagine. Shall that become my truth? shall that become my reality? But what becomes of me when I grow tired of the cavalier world I have constructed for my uninhibited thoughts. This post vitea truth must change as much as my present truth. Maybe I shall create my truth here, on this plane, on this small orb at the edge of an unknown galaxy resting on being so great I cannot conceive of its vastness. That is what I shall do, I shall create my own right, I shall write my own definition of wrong and scorn others definitions of this subjective falsehood promoted by the elite. I shall scrutinize my definition of black and white of correct and incorrect. This is the world I choose to live in, this is the world I shall construct like th heaven promised to me once I take my place among Hamlets father and Simba's spiritual guide. I shall become my own spiritual guide. What is it in heaven to control the minds of all those around you? To control the actions of everyone you come in contact with, for without this truth in heaven we shall face the same pains we face in this world, we cannot control the men and women in this universe, surely we shall control them in the next.
The girl that laughed at my love note in eighth grade shall become my object in my next go round. The man who threw a can at me and my brother as we walked home from school, a throw which was only existed because we were born of a different color, that man shall become my pedastool! But shall I want to have this control? Shall I want to have a reality where my every desire is granted? Is this what i seek? Pray. If this is the truth I wish to have, it was but an accident I was born the wrong hue in the wrong generations, for every white man, not three centuries ago, in the very country I expound this very personal revelation,  this was truth…But where his truth was limited by the physical, I shall only know this truth in the next plane, where my truth is unlimited.  Ought I want this control over the spirits of those whom I could not control in this life, even if they are only but shadows, would they not be as real to me in then as they are in this? We are but shadows and dust in the perception of the next man, once we leave his sight, we only exist as hearsay, easily mistaken and not immediate, what a foul truth. 
I shall rule my heaven with an iron fist. no punishment, no recourse, I shall command truth. The laws of physics shall be at my mercy, Jafar shall wish he were me instead of robin williams. I would like to believe I shall favor souls then as I do now...maybe a little better then for they shall all be proven good souls, but supreme power can break even the most righteous of men. I pray I am as humble with that supreme power then as I am now, that control requires practice. May I practice self control in this life by allowing others to live as they live and hold the truths they hold, while I clutch onto mine. Should our truths collide in one of those cosmic collisions we are warned about by the stare gazers, I shall see it as an opportunity perfect the control in this world as I shall have in the next.
 
DJosey said:
 
Ok, what about stories of people being resuscitated then? 
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They still weren't dead. It's a paradox: You can't have someone tell you what it's like to be dead if they're ultimately still alive to tell you because they weren't properly dead. Just because their heart stopped beating for some time and they didn't have a puls doesn't mean that their brains haven't been functioning at some level. Otherwise they wouldn't remember anything from their "experience" to begin with so they could share their story. You don't die the second your heart stops beating.

Sure, they can tell you what it felt like to be dying, but definitely not what it felt like to be dead. And those two things are fundamentally and totally different. Well, they might not be, no one really knows for sure, just like the ordinary philosophical discussions about what happens when we die. The point is that while these experiences perhaps can be useful if we want to know what happens while we're dying, they definitely cannot be used as conclusive proof for what happens after we die.
 
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I like to believe that either we'll all be reincarnated, or our conscience will pass on after death
 
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I think the worse thing is to be forgotten
I just want to be remembered, which is why..............................

I make others important while I'm here.
 
Everyone in here really trying to figure it out 
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I want to come back as something badass.  I am thinking either A. The Lockness Monster. B. A bulletproof tiger with wings that spits fire. C. A Giant squid D. Eva Mendez's anal beads. 
 
sckid20 said:
I cant eem lie.

It terrifies me that there is a possibility it just goes black forever.
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Yeah, it's a terrifying possibility when we think about it while we're alive. Because being alive is all we've ever known.

But if you think about it, it's pointless to be scared of this blackness:

There's no way of knowing if everything goes to black when we die while we're alive so why bother thinking about it.

If it does go to black, you will be dead and won't have the ability to be scared anyway.
 
Jking0821 said:
Everyone in here really trying to figure it out :lol:

I want to come back as something badass.  I am thinking either A. The Lockness Monster. B. A bulletproof tiger with wings that spits fire. C. A Giant squid D. Eva Mendez's anal beads. 
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Anal beads though?
 
LeaveMeGlazzies said:
Yeah, it's a terrifying possibility when we think about it while we're alive. Because being alive is all we've ever known.

But if you think about it, it's pointless to be scared of this blackness:

There's no way of knowing if everything goes to black when we die while we're alive so why bother thinking about it.
If it does go to black, you will be dead and won't have the ability to be scared anyway.
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Well you won't see "blackness forever". Think about what was before you were born? What did you see or know? If time is infinite than you weren't born for the first half of that so to speak and will only be alive for an almost nonexistent amount of time. Kinda freaky
 
you die you die, but you don't really die. you're reborn based on your actions and thoughts of the life you died from. this whole journey we're on is about experiencing. take a look at yourself, what you love, what you fear, and try to remember why.
 
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I dunno, I feel like "the afterlife" is the human ego unable to accept being no more.
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This is basically what i've come to believe. It's like your mind cannot grasp the concept of "nothing". No afterlife, no being a ghost, no heaven/hell, no reincarnation, no blackness with just thoughts, no nothing. Just plain and simple you're dead and gone and thats it. Just as you were before you were born. That though alone is so scary to some and unimaginable to others that humans began to make up other alternatives to what would happen when you die.
 
L7OSER said:
This is basically what i've come to believe. It's like your mind cannot grasp the concept of "nothing". No afterlife, no being a ghost, no heaven/hell, no reincarnation, no blackness with just thoughts, no nothing. Just plain and simple you're dead and gone and thats it. Just as you were before you were born. That though alone is so scary to some and unimaginable to others that humans began to make up other alternatives to what would happen when you die.
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Think about this, we can't just be random we have to be hand crafted by the almighty. We can't just die, we have to live forever on some mystic plane of existence. People don't want to be just another life form, they have to be the best :lol:

It's absolutely a fear/ego thing
 
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sckid20 said:
I cant eem lie.

It terrifies me that there is a possibility it just goes black forever.
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This. Also it scares me like other people said just nothing. Life and everything u knew is just over gone forever. Scary. I look at it as when u get put to sleep or a concussion u just black out and gone.
 
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I want to be cremated. I'll be dead, why the hell would I care what happens after I die?

I just hope that when I go, I'm able to go out with a smile on my face and my boots on my feet.
 
Just talked someone and asked the same question.

He starts talking about how he was an atheist when he was younger and didn't believe in the afterlife ... Then one day on his way home it started raining really hard and thundering profusely. While almost home a thunder bolt struck the tree next to him and split it in half. He ran inside and started thinking really hard ...

He thought to himself all this time I do not believe in God, but what if that bolt had struck me and I would of have died to only find out that there was a God? What if there wasnt a God, how's going to say you was right and if there was who's going to laugh? I rather believe that theres a God just in case I die ....

He bought a Bible the next day and now believes in God.
 
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But what if he bought the wrong book and now believes in the wrong thing...........................
 
If you can get to another planet you'll run into living beings that had ready been in earth or who are going to earth after their death.
 
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