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    • 99.99% or higher for me. There’s 0 empirical evidence of any ongoing form of consciousness after complete brain and body death or of any type of intangible soul or other method of consciousness transfer.

      We are part of the literal energy of the universe going through an endless cycle of apparently random change from matter to energy, we return to be reused by the universe to build black holes eventually or something. And that the fact we exist at all is beautiful, a sentient being that can perceive and begin to understand the universe gives the universe a glimpse of itself as it has no long term memory. Yet, possibly…

      It’s but a fleeting glimpse to the eyes of the universe, so make the glimpse you give the universe as joyous and beautiful as possible. And treat others so their glimpses are too. Even painful glimpses are better than nothing to the universe with no memory.

  • DJKJuicy@sh.itjust.works
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    10 days ago

    Well since the fear of death is so seared onto our existence, and since we’ve already experienced non-existence, doesn’t that imply that we’re fundamentally so afraid of not existing because we’ve experienced not existing and it’s horrible?

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      Check out the science fiction novel The Reality Dysfunction by Peter Hamilton.

      In the distant future humanity finds out that an afterlife exists for every sentient beeing. The problem is that the afterlife is fucking terrible. So bad in fact that the dead souls would do anything to posess a living body once more.

      I really liked it.

  • Gormadt@lemmy.blahaj.zone
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    I would miss out on all the new experiences that would happen if I wasn’t here lingering like a fart

    I’m gonna stick around for as long as I can

  • √𝛂𝛋𝛆@piefed.world
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    The point of pain where your body shuts down is actually not that bad. I could watch myself die no problem. You don’t really experience death anyways. Your consciousness exists in user space but your body functions in kernel space. If kernel space dies, you don’t even get a memo. It is all kinda shocking and hard to take in when a super traumatic thing happens like breaking your neck back and a bunch of other stuff. It is like you are not part of it. The pain kinda just fades into a noise you barely hear your own thoughts over. I’ve been damn close to dead, and only barely recall little bits and pieces while missing most of three hours. I’ve watched people die from far far less severe injuries. They did not see their kernel space fail. So yeah I don’t think it matters. Smaller injuries hurt worse most of the time. The really big stuff passes a threshold where pain is kinda irrelevant.

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    Nah I’ve checked it out. My energy was in some other living entity and this will be my final pass around here. Off to the great unity.

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    Yes but it’s the survival instinct ingrained into our consciousness by the cosmos is kicking in. I’ve imagined it multiple times and I still feel dread.

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    I’m afraid that there won’t be enough morphine to send me off. Death doesn’t always come quick.

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    When we were nothing we had no concept of being something, so we had nothing to lose. Now that we are something, we have the concept of loss, and in life loss is usually painful and saddening. I feel like it makes sense that we would imagine the loss of our whole selves as being painful/sad, whether or not that’s actually the case.