10-17-2024, 05:42 PM
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I have a problem with this exercise....
Looking specifically in what I cannot perceive stops me cold... I have questions I cannot answer.
I wonder about the common suppositions about dying and I can't help but get lost in uncomfortable ignorance.
When we die, do we continue to exists as a "person?" Is what would make me "a person" now gone?
Could it be that we not only cease to exist in this reality? Or does this reality persist for us, even in death?
If it does, what of my own desires and observations? Will I remember the people I love, or hate, and does that have human meaning anymore?
Will my mind simply melt into a separate and distinct consciousness, will it merge into a collective hive-mind, or will I retain my worries and concerns about this life (of which I am no longer an active part?) Will I "remember" my life, despite being utterly separated from it? Would everything I embrace "no longer matter?" Could I be in a hellish whirlwind of what I 'lost?' Or will I be propelled into a wonderous beauty of exploration, joy, and disassociated bliss?
I can say what I would like to believe, what others might 'prefer' to believe. But belief is the active component that separates it from knowledge.
There is ancient thought that refers to this, and some of it is alternately frightening and exhilarating.
I am very inclined to want to be reunited with people I love, to learn the elusive mysteries that persisted in my life, to enjoy a new freedom I cannot achieve now. I wouldn't care to undergo a "do-over" or some version of 'waiting for it all to end.' Does anything like a life ever really "end?"
Ultimately it is going to happen to me, regardless of how I feel, or what I believe... And my 'not knowing' only occupies a place in my mind that represents an 'endless' puzzle... with a promise to get to a revelation point that I can't yet fully imagine.
Looking specifically in what I cannot perceive stops me cold... I have questions I cannot answer.
I wonder about the common suppositions about dying and I can't help but get lost in uncomfortable ignorance.
When we die, do we continue to exists as a "person?" Is what would make me "a person" now gone?
Could it be that we not only cease to exist in this reality? Or does this reality persist for us, even in death?
If it does, what of my own desires and observations? Will I remember the people I love, or hate, and does that have human meaning anymore?
Will my mind simply melt into a separate and distinct consciousness, will it merge into a collective hive-mind, or will I retain my worries and concerns about this life (of which I am no longer an active part?) Will I "remember" my life, despite being utterly separated from it? Would everything I embrace "no longer matter?" Could I be in a hellish whirlwind of what I 'lost?' Or will I be propelled into a wonderous beauty of exploration, joy, and disassociated bliss?
I can say what I would like to believe, what others might 'prefer' to believe. But belief is the active component that separates it from knowledge.
There is ancient thought that refers to this, and some of it is alternately frightening and exhilarating.
I am very inclined to want to be reunited with people I love, to learn the elusive mysteries that persisted in my life, to enjoy a new freedom I cannot achieve now. I wouldn't care to undergo a "do-over" or some version of 'waiting for it all to end.' Does anything like a life ever really "end?"
Ultimately it is going to happen to me, regardless of how I feel, or what I believe... And my 'not knowing' only occupies a place in my mind that represents an 'endless' puzzle... with a promise to get to a revelation point that I can't yet fully imagine.
