The process.
The situation.
The circumstances of your death do not matter to
you the dead person.
You will not be around to know what happened. Sure, if you're dying of cancer or some other horrible disease and you know you're gonna go, every time you fall asleep you think "this might be it" and maybe it will be, but still you won't know when or how exactly.
Even if you're awake or as awake as you can be while it happens no one really knows exactly what goes through the mind as you fade away into the darkness because no one has come back after death.
Now if you're thinking about people dying then being brought back in an ambulance or on the operating table I think it's safe to assume that even though that person was clinically dead it's not the same thing as being dead. Like being dead for hours then coming back.
Whatever you believe happens when you die is irrelevant. I believe nothing happens. Now, when I say
nothing what I mean or what I think I mean is that as you're dying maybe thoughts are pumping through your head, maybe hallucinations of some kind and maybe it feels like what you think heaven or hell might feel like depending on what's in your head.
If you believe in the afterlife, whatever that may be, heaven or hell or purgatory or even reincarnation of some kind in my opinion believing this does not satisfy the notion that no matter what I am going to die and so are you. One day, maybe tomorrow, it's going to happen. This life will end.
Even though I don't believe in an afterlife of any kind the thought of heaven is cool. The idea that your personality will somehow continue on in some other plane of existence or realm of reality forever with all of your loved ones and everyone else who's died is cool. It's cool, but I don't think it's true. I think this idea comes from centuries of humans watching people die around them and not being able to understand how someone can be there one minute and not there the next. Their body is still here, still warm for a little while as if they're sleeping. They're not. They're gone. So, we throughout time may have come up with ideas of what happens or where we go and over time we integrated them into our religions or cultures or visa versa, maybe entire cultures and religions came to be solely because of what groups of people thought or wanted to happen after death.
I find this topic to be something I either really love to think about and ponder for long periods of time or find myself feeling greatly anxious thinking about. It can be a great conversation to have with friends, family or even strangers or it can be the easiest way to get into an argument. I think it's safe to say that we've all had this kind of a conversation or argument at least once in our life. If you haven't maybe you should. It could be a great experience, it could be a fight or it could be a horrible fearful experience but either way it will be interesting.
The bottom line in my opinion is that once you die you don't matter anymore. Your head stone, your grave, your belongings, your wake and funeral are all for your family and the problem of the living. Even as a memory you're going to be faded and over time completely gone, from this Earth and the minds of anyone who is currently living. Just gone. If you have children they will remember you, then your grandchildren and maybe great-grandchildren if they got the chance to meet you. After that you're gone. Completely gone. The odds that you or I will do something so important that we're talked about for hundreds of years after were dead like Julius Cesar or George Washington or Christ is slim so basically you won't matter anymore.
I don't know for sure and truly don't think anyone really does, but I am interested in knowing what you think.
What do you think?
Lou
