Because I forgot what it was like
I have never experienced unending nothingness, only noted the nothingness after it was over
Because there is no coming back.
The After is not what we fear. It is the pain of the transition
Having grown up with the concept of an eternal hell hammered into my head since day 1, I spent many years fearing the after much more than the transition.
Ah well, Religion does that for you.
I wasn’t burdened by the curse that is awareness before I was born, and hence now as a result of this awareness, I am scared.
We are not cursed to know, we are blessed! We are a fantastic arrangement of atoms that so happen to be arranged into people instead of rocks!
We are, at the end of the day, infinitely small chunks of the Universe able to see, experince, know, and look back into ourselves!
I may be hammered, and the world is in an especially frightening place at the moment, but damn is it good to have my atoms arranged into a person instead of a tree
I did not choose to be here and I resent that there are expectations put upon me when I wasn’t the reason I am here now.
I also resent that I was born just to die one day.
It is also fundamentally horrifying that so many people are born into painful awful experiences and then die, with that being more or less mostly all they knew while alive. And that some people live happy lives on its own doesn’t justify the horror in my eyes at all.
That said, I wish I could be drunk right now but I’m at work.
Afraid? Hardly. More like
Fact’s
Because now I know what I’d be missing.
Times like that, we experience it in one direction only
This strangely made me feel a better about the concept of death.
Sometimes I think about it and fall in a few seconds of existential dread. But this kinda…makes it make sense?
It brought me some comfort too.
We live and we die, but we don’t start or stop existing. Everything that is us is still here. And in time, what was us becomes something new and different.
The miracle of life is a rare and magical opportunity for a bit of our grand panoply of matter to direct its own future. And, I believe, the horror of death is in that return to idleness and loss of control. We don’t want to return to the sidelines, to be put back on the shelf. We don’t want to become mere stuff again. We want to keep playing the game.
Unless the universe is truly infinite, then from the point of view of your continuity of consciousness, you will never die, because they will always be somewhere in infinity where you’re exact current consciousness picks right up after you die without a blip.
Nothingless void is as believable as afterlife. From scientific point of view neither make sense, it’s like we’re giving ourseleves some metaphysical distinctiveness from the rest of universe but are merely physical bodies inside of it according to our scientific knowledge. And according to that we precisely know what’s after death: we rot in grave, and that’s it. But that answer is not satisfying for us, because what we call our consciousness will stop existing at some point, and we try to find logical state of us, when there is no longer us. I don’t really think it’s possible to describe how’s that like at all.
This is a very deep and true post for a shitpost. It’s basically when you go to sleep and don’t dream, but you don’t wake up. It’s just a black void of nothingness.
What I really don’t understand is bringing more people into temporarily existing without the ability to get their consent and calling it a “gift” that now they get to face the lovecraftian horror of future non-existence.
Pre-birth is not like post death. The arrow of time doesn’t reverse.
Fear not, the dark, my friend. And let the feast begin.
A feast in the dark? Ehhh… :/
