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death, are you afraid of it? why? why not? your philosophy on it?
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this seemed like the most appropriate place to post..
death, are you afraid of it? why? why not? your philosophy on it?
of course Im afraid to die :angelsmiley:
and my philosophy on it, I tend to think there is an afterlife but I dont subscribe to any particular religion, just try to learn all I can
I'm not afraid of dying it's gonna happen so tough shit.
I am however afraid of how i will die.
I think anyone who says they're not a little afraid of the potential pain involved with death is lying to you or themselves. No one like severe pain.Quote:
Originally Posted by Triple-P
As far as what comes immediately after the pain of death, I'm looking forward to that more then anything I can think of. I can't freakin' wait!! Hopefully I won't have to go through a lot of pain to get there, but even if I do its so totally worth it.
I would be mad as hell. If i was to die because someone else felt like killing me i would be very pissed.Quote:
Originally Posted by rickytikki
I'm not afraid of death/dying but very afraid of torture. I don't really know what I think about death, it's just something that will happen. A gaurentee in life. I'd like to stay alive as long as I can be happy.
death is only a symbol, not a literal concept.
only change exists in life, and death is but a state of change.
to die is to change. what changes occur to the mind i know nothing, so i look to death with awe, wonder, anticipation, and fascination.
ever since i was young, about 6 or 7, i have wondered about death.
at first it scared me, my first philosophy on death was absolute nothing(ness).
but then i figured that if something ever existed, it cannot simply disappear. when things die, they decompose and are scattered into the world.
we become dirt, and that dirt gives plants new life, which are eaten by things that die and become dirt.
the mind fails me. what happens to the mind is beyond me, and i want nothing more than to learn and know.
i have decided that the mind can either decompose, or move on to other bodies.
assuming we ARE, in fact, created in god's image, then our minds are immortal, and our bodies work like a car.
the body is merely a vessel of transportation and experience for the mind.
when the engine dies, you just get out of the car and go find a new one.
and just like cars, the body can be repaired and maintained to last longer.
i do not fear death, i look to it with questions i desire the answers to.
if i were alone and unloved, i would kill myself, not for the lack of love or purpose, but for the answers i seek.
In the words of the French writer W. Somerset Maugham-
" Dying is a very dull, dreary affair. And my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it." :rolleyes:
I am about as afraid of dying as i am of falling asleep. It happens, and hopefully one day i will wake up and not remember anything.
I CANT WAIT! Rippin that Holy Doja from a 6 foot bong while Jesus lights it for me. Its gonna be the shit.