[ SECRET POST #2181 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2181 ⌋

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

This. I completely fail to understand people who feel comfort or indifference at the thought of nonexistence. Their imaginations don't work like mine at all.

[(Anonymous)]

NAYRT

I'm not comfortable with or indifferent to the idea of nonexistence; it's sort of frightening and unpleasant, and I want to put it off for as long as possible. But that doesn't mean I can convince myself that any sort of afterlife exists that will allow me to avoid it forever.

[(Anonymous)]

And another anon--huh. I'm-well, not glad, because that sense of uncertainty sucks-that someone else deals (or doesn't deal, as the case may be) with the thought of nonexistence the same way I do. I don't want to think about it, but I can't convince myself that there's any sort of afterlife. I sort of envy people who have the capacity to believe in heaven, or hell, or reincarnation, or spiritual stuff in general, because I've never been able to believe in any of that and it seems to comfort a lot of people. And then I see people who are terrified of dying because they're afraid of what might happen to them in the afterlife, and I still don't get it, because they're afraid of something happening to them, where I'm just afraid of there being no me that anything can happen to, unless you count my mouldering corpse or pile of ash or whatever, which I don't. I don't fear an afterlife. I fear nothingness.

[(Anonymous)]

I don't think even the people that claim to believe in an afterlife really believe it, they're just so terrified of the alternative that they've convinced themselves that they do.

[(Anonymous)]

That's quite presumptuous of you.

[(Anonymous)]

Think of it this way - the fact that you haven't cocooned yourself in a fantasy means you are capable of dealing with the real world and effecting real change for people. You won't waste time on prayers, you'll actually help people, because you know that this life is the only one we've got and the only thing that matters.

That's a good thing.

[aquila_black]

I ... guess that might be the explanation for it?

I've been in different places, emotionally, in terms of what death is/means. As a kid, it horrified me. It was this terrible thing that people seemed all philosiphical and accepting of because they didn't have any choice about it. But I was convinced that the second someone figured out how to make people live forever, everyone would want to. Yeah, I know. I was little, and life was awesome!thing that I was sure I'd never get enough of.

I was also science-minded and an atheist, so I got into my first theological arguments early on. And one of the big arguments against non-existence was "I can't imagine it. Can you?" At first, I couldn't. But then I had a dream about being dead. It's hard to describe, but it was like ... if you've ever lost your sense of self, however briefly, and been still. I wasn't, in an existential sense, and I couldn't even be aware of that until I came back to myself. I can't know if it's really like that, obviously, but it gave me a sense of "oh. That's not scary at all." And a strange sort of peace, because I'd been really distressed that billions of other creatures had died too. You know? As a five year old, it hurt that the dinosaurs were all gone. Knowing that even completely disappearing wouldn't necessarily be bad made me more okay with the idea that I wouldn't exist now, if it weren't for all these other beings that died and disintegrated before me. It made it *feel* okay that I would die.

I'm talking about this in terms of feelings and subjective experiences because I think, when you get right down to it, religion isn't speaking a language of intellect or logic. What you know because it has been researched generally fits "I want information" better than "I want to feel the resonance of the universe." I just needed my own way of connecting with the latter because religion doesn't do it for me, and never has.