life after death

Missing.String said:
There might be no way to prove it but does that mean we should be absolutely open minded towards everything?

There is a small possibility that a magical teapot is the cause of everything. Should I base my thoughts around this when there is no evident effect of its existence?
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Do whatever makes you feel the most happy and content. As long as you are not hurting someone else there's no probs with believing in a magic teapot. Its no different to believing in any other sort of God
 
I'd like to think that my death won't be the end of me, but if it is then I won't have an opinion on the matter so it'll be irrelevant anyway. It's a win-win situation really.
 
I want there to be life after death, because ceasing to exist completely would just suck majorly. It'll just be like nothingness for the rest of eternity, I mean we won't know its nothing, but just thinking about it now depresses me.
 
CDj-Rossi said:
I want there to be life after death, because ceasing to exist completely would just suck majorly. It'll just be like nothingness for the rest of eternity, I mean we won't know its nothing, but just thinking about it now depresses me.
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People want their lives to mean something so that's understandable!

I suppose in actual terms if someone knows they're going to die but also know that the life they lived made a difference to at least one person throughout that time then it's a life lived well I suppose.

Also if you don't know you're no longer existing (nothingness after death) then what's to fuss over :p

Youll become a part of the universe once again and a new child will be born who may have millionaires for parents - could be you :p
 
CDj-Rossi said:
I want there to be life after death, because ceasing to exist completely would just suck majorly. It'll just be like nothingness for the rest of eternity, I mean we won't know its nothing, but just thinking about it now depresses me.
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Does it depress you that you didn't exist before you were born?
 
mattheman said:
Was just wondering they say that when your born your learning and when you die to go onto another life and take all your knowledge with you, ifs thats the case then what happens when you have dementia? will you be a eternal dumb nuts?
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In many religions the body is seen as merely a vehicle for the soul, perhaps the brain is nothing more than a biological processor to allow our soul to experience this physical reality.

I'm not sure why you singled out dementia sufferers specifically because anybody who dies in the physical sense is effectively brain dead anyway.
 
The way I see it time is a human perception. Time doesn't acually exist. In a way time is like smell, touch, sight etc. Once the perception of time is finished (when we die) the universe ends with it.

Death is the only thing guaranteed, and is only thing we can rely on. Im lucky had have lived in a country and a time where suffering is minimal, and been blessed with the best upbringing and parents I could have wished for. And had a reasonable education so I can interpret the world as much as I can.

Death is like pain, without it life would be meaningless.
 
Stopped reading after about post #10

It's a hard pill to swallow knowing in about 70 years time (if I'm lucky) I will cease to exist in any form what so ever.

If I think about it too much I swear I will go insane.
 
Heres my theory.

You know how there are many many planets in this universe. Well when you pop your clogs you bugger off to an alien planet, that earth has no chance EVER of finding because god made it that way. You are then reborn as an alien but have similar characteristics to what you have now.

EG. If your a chick magnet now, you will be attracting some seriously hot aliens.
If your wealthy now, you'll be wealthy then.
If you are well endowed now, you will have a massive alien tentacle thing.

etc etc.

On that note, I'm quite looking forward to life after death ;)

No this wasn't a serious post.
 
Kind of relates to this thread, but I've been thinking about a question recently and it's bugging me.

The easiest way to imagine it is to say; if you were to completely clone yourself, and that clone had all of your memories so they were identical both mentally and physically, who would that person be? 'You' couldn't make that person lift their arms, or jump up and down. Who would ultimately be in control of that person?

I suppose it's basically saying what makes us, us.

Maybe I'm just rambling :)
 
I don't think we will be reincarnated, i mean think about it, you come from sperm and evolve into a human and when you die you decompose so how would you go back turning into a tadpole or whatever.

It is pretty pointless to live when you think about it like that. But the one thing that really pee's me off, is how when you think about dieing (or at least for me) i fear it, but i don't see what's to fear as i won't even know. The only real thing to fear is how you go out.
 
Are you saying you still won't know the difference between "they're" and "there" when you die and go to the afterlife?

And as for saying people with dementia are "dumb nuts", I probably ought not say a lot. But I bet you'll have a different opinion on it when you see someone you know going through it.
 
They changed the depth regulations on burial in the UK a while before my grandad died in the early 80s. It meant that there wouldn't be room in the family grave for both him and my grandma. Being a clever cloggs, he decided that he'd be cremated and have his ashes buried there once his wife passed on.

After my grandma's died in the early 90s, my dad had to find the ashes and pass them to the undertakers. It came around to the funeral. Afer the coffin was lowered into the ground it got to the "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" bit and the minister threw the usual handful on the coffin.

At this point I interjected (quite seriously) with "was that Grandad?". Everybody lost it, getting fits of the giggles, including the minister.

Just thought it would be an appropriate place to share.
 
Oh, I hate funerals, when i went to my grandma's i couldnt do anything, i had the feeling of wanting to cry in the back of my throat and i couldn't even sing the hyms.

I know i will have to do it for my parents one day and it makes me want to cry now.
 
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