Or does it?
I know we were once nothing, but it is still terrifying and depressing to me to think about returning to this. In fact, as of late, I’ve been unable to not think about it: the loss of all experience and all memories of everything, forever. All the good times we had, and will have, with anyone or anything ever will totally annihilate into nothingness. All our efforts will amount to nothing because the thoughtless void is ultimately what awaits everything in the end.
The only argument against this would have to be supernatural, like another cause of the Big Bang or somehow proof of reincarnation, but if my consciousness won’t exist for me to experience it, then what does it matter either way?
There is no comfort in Hell, either. The anvil of death weighing down, infinitely, on all values and passions is becoming unbearable for me, so I could really use any potentially helpful thoughts about this matter.
Yeah, I meant to say “memory is only flawed because of the flesh”
It sounds like you had an imagining of an afterlife where people were alive and living together in some form. How would that work? Sounds like a huge hassle to me personally.
You do know which community we’re commenting in, right? It’s not like everyone can just immediately slice off decades-long-held beliefs right away…
Uhh, okay. Good talking with you. Have a good one!
Huh? I don’t understand your dismissal; not every ex-believer instantly goes atheist, you know.
It seemed you didn’t want to talk to me anymore and instead started making assumptions and addressing those.
I was trying to understand what you really meant when you had said, “an imagining of an afterlife”; I didn’t understand where that statement came from to begin with, because I don’t think it’s possible for consciousness to survive death (or else I wouldn’t have felt angst enough to make this post in the first place)… which I hope I’m wrong about, but just can’t see any conclusive evidence of.