Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Pretty happy that I can die. Immortality is something id imagine my personal hell to be like. We are people. We eventually get bored of everything. The only downside is if you live long, eventually u are gonna reach the stage where u cant even wipe your own ass anymore and every part of your body aches.Just rationalizations.
I always wonder if sleeping is comparable to dying. Is the guy awaking just a new "you", who has the same properties as you with the same memories?
This sounds stupid but seems very misterious if you think a bit longer about it.
I always wonder if sleeping is comparable to dying. Is the guy awaking just a new "you", who has the same properties as you with the same memories?I thought a bit longer about it and it still sounds like a stupid attempt at sounding interesting.
This sounds stupid but seems very misterious if you think a bit longer about it.
That made me imagine a game that programs and changes itself.Yeah, why not? You could have an AI play a "Dungeon Master" 24/7, creating random encounters and changing the game all the time.
I distract myself with trivial activities while hoping that medical technology is gonna make some leaps and bounds soon. If I get the choice I'll live a thousand years without a doubt.Same. Call me narcissistic, but dying just ain't for me.
I thought a bit longer about it and it still sounds like a stupid attempt at sounding interesting.
Spoiler: you were deceived!Funny because this was the wishgranter ending I got back in the day.(click to show/hide)
I don`t mind dying, I just want it to be fast.
Spoiler: you were deceived!
Games, in fact, would probably be enough to keep anyone occupied for a ridiculously long time, once we reach the point where we can feel what's in the game and see it as it were real - then only imagination is the limit and we can experience anything.
Nope. Can't die.
I don`t mind dying, I just want it to be fast.
I thought a bit longer about it and it still sounds like a stupid attempt at sounding interesting.
Well no, it's a key issue. You cannot prove that you actually lived your past, because identity is an illusion. Identity is an illusion, because your are a heap of particles with no identity. Think of you as a lego house. Does the house exist independently of the bricks ? Supposing all bricks are the same and impossible to distinguish, is it possible to distinguish two houses that are built exactly the same way ? It's not, and your body is the same. A copy of you is you, and has the same memories. How can you be sure you will wake up, when it could be "someone else" ? In fact it is "someone else", every time.I completely agree with the build up of your argument but you manage to draw a contradicting conclusion. You state that identity is an illusion and the only thing that makes a person you is your body and your memories and I fully agree. Yet you state that even if everything that makes a person you has stayed the same, you are a different person. Where then lies this difference and what reason do you have to assume it?
If you've ever found this a problem, how do you deal with it?
EDIT: I believe that death is just another path on our journey that we must take.
I completely agree with the build up of your argument but you manage to draw a contradicting conclusion. You state that identity is an illusion and the only thing that makes a person you is your body and your memories and I fully agree. Yet you state that even if everything that makes a person you has stayed the same, you are a different person. Where then lies this difference and what reason do you have to assume it?
If there are two houses that are built exactly the same they are the same house. The only reason that you have to doubt this is that there are two of them existing simultaneously, therefore they must not be the same house. If you go to sleep and wake up as the same person, no reason to doubt this exists, let alone any reasons to assume you must be someone else. Whether you just slept or died is a completely irrelevant issue as for all intents and purposes there is no difference.
Whether you just slept or died is a completely irrelevant issue as for all intents and purposes there is no difference.
If there are two houses that are built exactly the same they are the same house. The only reason that you have to doubt this is that there are two of them existing simultaneously, therefore they must not be the same house. If you go to sleep and wake up as the same person, no reason to doubt this exists, let alone any reasons to assume you must be someone else. Whether you just slept or died is a completely irrelevant issue as for all intents and purposes there is no difference.
How do you deal with feeling your mortality?
Do the things you said you were going to do some day. Today is some day.
What happens after life is the ultimate adventure and something to be looking forward to.
Dying would be awesome if there was something after you die. But there isn't and that's the main reason dying sucks. Religion is coping mechanism among other things.
As long journey lasts, I don't mind it. Happiness, suffering, doesn't matter. I'm actually afraid of journey coming to an end.
I'd be interested to know how it feels conversely to be unable to stop someone from dying, but I wouldn't impose that question on anyone.(click to show/hide)
I believe life and basically everything is inherently meaningless. My mantra is basically "Its all meaningless". I feel this is a really freeing way to live. It kind of just lets me laugh most stuff off.
drink solves all problems :D
"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."-H.P.LAbdul Alhazred
Yea he will say: U wot m8? U avin a giggle dere?
And if you dont answer with: Ill bash yer ead in i swer on me mum. Ill rek ya bruv.
You go to hell
Yea he will say: U wot m8? U avin a giggle dere?
And if you dont answer with: Ill bash yer ead in i swer on me mum. Ill rek ya bruv.
You go to hell
I'd be interested to know how it feels conversely to be unable to stop someone from dying, but I wouldn't impose that question on anyone.(click to show/hide)
Yea he will say: U wot m8? U avin a giggle dere?
And if you dont answer with: Ill bash yer ead in i swer on me mum. Ill rek ya bruv.
You go to hell