It’s a Farked Life!

I was created. I didn’t evolve. I’m here right now. Nobody saw me lose my fins or wings and develop arms… Nobody saw me covered with thick matted caveman hair and a thick bone overhanging my eyes… which later withdrew into my forehead. I was created like I am.

I don’t remember my birth. Someone told me I was born to my mother. Whatever. I don’t know, so I’ll have to just say that I exist. All I really know is that I am sitting here and type on this computer keyboard, and that I have certain awarenesses… certain memories that probably occurred in the past…

But where am I going? What is after this? What is death? Is it something to be afraid of? Was I afraid of my birth?

I was not aware of my birth until after it was over. Wasn’t afraid of it beforehand either. I had more brain at birth than I’ll have after death - and yet - nothing. No memory of it at all.

Similarly I will not be aware of my death, presumably, until after it too is ‘over’. So why do we fear death so much? What do I know about death? I see leaves die… I see flowers die after we’ve picked them and a week has passed… I’ve seen pets die… I’ve seen fish floating belly-up in the canal close by…

I’ve heard of people dying ‘horrible deaths”… in severe pain… but is that death? Death is what comes after the horrible pain some of us experience as we die. It isn’t indicative of what death with be like…

Has anyone alive experienced death?

I’ll believe that when I see them decayed and full of maggots and they start talking about seeing a light. These near death experiences are shite. Lose half your internal organs to bugs and then come back from the dead, not in 2 minutes, not in 2 hours. 2 months.

Billions before you have died already. You won’t be going through a novel experience. FAR from it.

Can we see any effects of those deaths? Not really. Their bones have decayed into the soil… enriched the soil with organic matter… and become part of many other living things over the years… trees, worms, rats, birds, apples, and other people.

From what we can actually SEE - What does death consist of? Nothing much that we can see. It’s all a mystery.

For me, I see that life consists only of those things which I experience with my senses. What I see plus what I touch plus what I hear, plus what I taste, plus what I smell is life… And, there are some things in the mind which I experience as life… my emotions… my thoughts.

We are told that we experience smell because of the nose and the mind. We experience sight because of the eyes and the mind. Touch because of nerve sensors and the mind. Auditory senses because of the ears and the mind… etc.

What I know of death is that these parts of the body are eaten away by maggots and bacteria… they are physically not there anymore. There must be none of those experiences we are used to having here on earth, after death. Those functions just are not there. The mind we have during time on earth just isn’t there after death. It’s gone.

Without listening to what others have told me they believe about death, I would have to say that
there is nothing after death. Just stop.

Not that I can’t conjure up some ideas about what must happen after death… , but it’s all just conjecture. It’s a guess, something to pin hope or fear on. It isn’t anything that is available to us during life… that knowledge doesn’t exist for us during life… it’s out of reach during life…

so FORGET IT!

Live life as you wish now. Death does not offer any pain or pleasure as far as we can see… no fulfilled goals… no ungodly torment…. Nothing that we can see or interpret right now… and if it does hold those things after we die, we have no power over it… it just happens… like it did to billions of people before
us!

I think it’s nothing worth thinking about - it happens and each of us will experience it. I’m actually looking forward to it. If it all just stops. Great. No worries. If it’s an incredible journey - good stuff, I like journeys. If, after death I find myself sitting on a kayak in the middle of the galaxy fishing for air trout - cool enough.

If there’s a hell or some really sick experience that’s next I’ll spend the time cussing whatever put me there even more so than I curse whatever put me HERE on this earth to go through this shite.

Anyway it looks I think the best idea is just…

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