>> No ghosts. No Angels. No afterlife. No God. No problem.
Well said, Alex London. I couldn't agree more.
piwozniak, I agree with most of what you said but I don't believe that we have a soul that somehow survives the death of the body. It's like a computer, when you shut it down, the content of the RAM is gone, forever.
>> No ghosts. No Angels. No afterlife. No God. No problem.
Well said, Alex London. I couldn't agree more.
piwozniak, I agree with most of what you said but I don't believe that we have a soul that somehow survives the death of the body. It's like a computer, when you shut it down, the content of the RAM is gone, forever.
Yes, but the energy is still there, not memories and all that but basic energy.
[B]my wife sometimes can't sleep because of this :-)
She can't accept the fact.
Here's what i believe.
We're all part of nature, after you die, your body decomposes, but it doesn't just disappear, atoms are transformed into other things, you never really die, just change form, it's all matter, re-shaped, re-built, different, you can be a tree, a stone a thousand other things, or rather your atoms will be used to "buid" other things, just like you're "build" right now.
Except that we're now embalmed and buried in hardwood, treated caskets, which are often then placed into "vaults".
We're all part of nature, after you die, your body decomposes, but it doesn't just disappear, atoms are transformed into other things, you never really die, just change form, it's all matter, re-shaped, re-built, different, you can be a tree, a stone a thousand other things, or rather your atoms will be used to "buid" other things, just like you're "build" right now. Same goes for "life energy" or soul, or however you call it, i believe that it does exist and just because we can't touch it it doesn't mean it does not exist. It gets transformed as well. Same idea.
reminds me of a poem i wrote as a younger man:
* * *
my mother worries about me
it has been this way all my life
because i was a hyperactive and mischievous child
she worried that i would end up in jail
she would tell me that i was a pretty boy
and that i would have many friends in prison
and then she would describe what my
many new friends would do to me
my mother worries about me
as i grew older she worried that i may become gay
because i was being raised by my mother without a father
she wouldn't care if i were gay
she just didn't want it to be because of her
my mother worries about me
she asks if i've been writing
so i tell her of my latest stories
of the story where i go into the desert
and with long bone marrow needles
i inject a mild acid into my bones in just the right sequence
so i can crush my bones one by one
and pour the bone dust out thru small slits in my skin
and then connect an embalming set with carbon dioxide
to push all the blood from my body
so i would lie there in the desert
without marrow or blood for the animals to eat
and slowly--cell by cell--my body would erode
and become pieces of the desert around me
i would spread out thru the desert
be the desert
millions of years ago, before man, there was no desert
there was a race of people--but they felt alone
so the whole species came together
they crushed their bones and drained their blood
and became sand and formed the deserts
each cell now touching other cells
mixing and moving--joined
the only evidence we have of this race is the desert
All of us are composed of elements made in the combustion of very, very ancient stars.
All of us are, quite literally, stardust, and the fact that we're even capable of understanding that might just be enough to give my life meaning in the light of the fact that when I die I won't be aware of what happens to things that held together long enough for there to have been a 'me'.
I'm going to die and I'm not going to heaven, or hell, or Valhalla, because there isn't one. I'm made up from elements that are billions of years old and I know it.
I know that that is so completely amazing and beautiful that it out-does any sacred text you can show me.
All of us are composed of elements made in the combustion of very, very ancient stars.
All of us are, quite literally, stardust, and the fact that we're even capable of understanding that might just be enough to give my life meaning in the light of the fact that when I die I won't be aware of what happens to things that held together long enough for there to have been a 'me'.
I'm going to die and I'm not going to heaven, or hell, or Valhalla, because there isn't one. I'm made up from elements that are billions of years old and I know it.
I know that that is so completely amazing and beautiful that it out-does any sacred text you can show me.
e x a c t l y
edit: Look at most common things around, water, you can freeze it, vapourize it, melt it. It's all here, just changed.
But that leads to a question how did it all start?
If you believe in big KABOOOM, how did that happen? just out of nowhere?
Lolo -ta very much,i surprised myself with my eloquence . Hassan- I feel the need to buy you a Badoit or a Budvar-either way i concur with your beautiful post.
All of us are composed of elements made in the combustion of very, very ancient stars.
All of us are, quite literally, stardust, and the fact that we're even capable of understanding that might just be enough to give my life meaning in the light of the fact that when I die I won't be aware of what happens to things that held together long enough for there to have been a 'me'.
I'm going to die and I'm not going to heaven, or hell, or Valhalla, because there isn't one. I'm made up from elements that are billions of years old and I know it.
I know that that is so completely amazing and beautiful that it out-does any sacred text you can show me.
i tried to say that... alas, our dear sagan is dead.
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Well said, Alex London. I couldn't agree more.
piwozniak, I agree with most of what you said but I don't believe that we have a soul that somehow survives the death of the body. It's like a computer, when you shut it down, the content of the RAM is gone, forever.
Originally posted by lolo
>> No ghosts. No Angels. No afterlife. No God. No problem.
Well said, Alex London. I couldn't agree more.
piwozniak, I agree with most of what you said but I don't believe that we have a soul that somehow survives the death of the body. It's like a computer, when you shut it down, the content of the RAM is gone, forever.
Yes, but the energy is still there, not memories and all that but basic energy.
Originally posted by piwozniak
[B]my wife sometimes can't sleep because of this :-)
She can't accept the fact.
Here's what i believe.
We're all part of nature, after you die, your body decomposes, but it doesn't just disappear, atoms are transformed into other things, you never really die, just change form, it's all matter, re-shaped, re-built, different, you can be a tree, a stone a thousand other things, or rather your atoms will be used to "buid" other things, just like you're "build" right now.
Except that we're now embalmed and buried in hardwood, treated caskets, which are often then placed into "vaults".
Originally posted by Moogs
Except that we're now embalmed and buried in hardwood, treated caskets, which are often then placed into "vaults".
...or after that you end up as a Coke can :-)
Yet it's there and it will change it's form sooner ar later. Good old saying, nothing lasts forever.
Originally posted by piwozniak
We're all part of nature, after you die, your body decomposes, but it doesn't just disappear, atoms are transformed into other things, you never really die, just change form, it's all matter, re-shaped, re-built, different, you can be a tree, a stone a thousand other things, or rather your atoms will be used to "buid" other things, just like you're "build" right now. Same goes for "life energy" or soul, or however you call it, i believe that it does exist and just because we can't touch it it doesn't mean it does not exist. It gets transformed as well. Same idea.
reminds me of a poem i wrote as a younger man:
* * *
my mother worries about me
it has been this way all my life
because i was a hyperactive and mischievous child
she worried that i would end up in jail
she would tell me that i was a pretty boy
and that i would have many friends in prison
and then she would describe what my
many new friends would do to me
my mother worries about me
as i grew older she worried that i may become gay
because i was being raised by my mother without a father
she wouldn't care if i were gay
she just didn't want it to be because of her
my mother worries about me
she asks if i've been writing
so i tell her of my latest stories
of the story where i go into the desert
and with long bone marrow needles
i inject a mild acid into my bones in just the right sequence
so i can crush my bones one by one
and pour the bone dust out thru small slits in my skin
and then connect an embalming set with carbon dioxide
to push all the blood from my body
so i would lie there in the desert
without marrow or blood for the animals to eat
and slowly--cell by cell--my body would erode
and become pieces of the desert around me
i would spread out thru the desert
be the desert
millions of years ago, before man, there was no desert
there was a race of people--but they felt alone
so the whole species came together
they crushed their bones and drained their blood
and became sand and formed the deserts
each cell now touching other cells
mixing and moving--joined
the only evidence we have of this race is the desert
* * *
it goes on....but that was the relevant part
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All of us are, quite literally, stardust, and the fact that we're even capable of understanding that might just be enough to give my life meaning in the light of the fact that when I die I won't be aware of what happens to things that held together long enough for there to have been a 'me'.
I'm going to die and I'm not going to heaven, or hell, or Valhalla, because there isn't one. I'm made up from elements that are billions of years old and I know it.
I know that that is so completely amazing and beautiful that it out-does any sacred text you can show me.
Originally posted by Hassan i Sabbah
All of us are composed of elements made in the combustion of very, very ancient stars.
All of us are, quite literally, stardust, and the fact that we're even capable of understanding that might just be enough to give my life meaning in the light of the fact that when I die I won't be aware of what happens to things that held together long enough for there to have been a 'me'.
I'm going to die and I'm not going to heaven, or hell, or Valhalla, because there isn't one. I'm made up from elements that are billions of years old and I know it.
I know that that is so completely amazing and beautiful that it out-does any sacred text you can show me.
e x a c t l y
edit: Look at most common things around, water, you can freeze it, vapourize it, melt it. It's all here, just changed.
But that leads to a question how did it all start?
If you believe in big KABOOOM, how did that happen? just out of nowhere?
That's a big bucket of sh** ladies and gents.
What if we're in heaven now? Or hell for that matter?
What if that's the reward given to the 'elements' for their being?
So that they can become living, and experience, pain, love, etc, as a whole instead of being a single grain of sand on that desert?
I know it doesn't make sense, but think about it... what do we know..?
Originally posted by iBrowse
What if we're character's in a very advanced version of The Sims being played by creatures so advanced we can not fathom it?
You just wanted an excuse to use the word 'fathom'
Originally posted by pfflam
and I want to say that soon I will post my thoughts on death . .
as if you cared
Hey, I care. My intellect is a ravenous and hungry thing.
Originally posted by Hassan i Sabbah
All of us are composed of elements made in the combustion of very, very ancient stars.
All of us are, quite literally, stardust, and the fact that we're even capable of understanding that might just be enough to give my life meaning in the light of the fact that when I die I won't be aware of what happens to things that held together long enough for there to have been a 'me'.
I'm going to die and I'm not going to heaven, or hell, or Valhalla, because there isn't one. I'm made up from elements that are billions of years old and I know it.
I know that that is so completely amazing and beautiful that it out-does any sacred text you can show me.
i tried to say that... alas, our dear sagan is dead.
Originally posted by billybobsky
i tried to say that... alas, our dear sagan is dead.
My mum met Carl Sagan in the queue for the buffet at a Medical Campaign Against Weapons meeting in about 1982. How funny.
Alex, you're just up the road. Lets have a Badoit or two soon.
Or a Budvar,