I only care about other people dying. Not afraid of my own death at all, except in how I know it will affect others. If I knew no one would care or remember that I existed, I’d skip to my death like I’m off to see the Wizard.
Being not alive is not even another state of being. There is nothing to do the “being” on either side of alivetude. It’s not like, once dead, you’re now in Phase 3 of beingosity (the first two phases being pre-alive and alive). Your energy and nutrients will serve other purposes, but we’re talking about consciousness here, and that is as fragile and malleable as a flaccid penis, and as temporary and fleeting as a decent erection.
A way I like to conceptualise it is with this thought experiment:
Everyone on Earth has the power of telepathy, except you. You try to explain what not being able to read or transmit thoughts is like, and the other people who do have telepathy are struggling to grasp it. “Is it like a dial tone? Or is it maybe the ambient silence when you’re in a room with nothing making noise, like the sound of your own bodily vibrations?” and you have to be like “no, it’s none of those things, because those things are all still imagining the presence of a sensory platform that just doesn’t exist in me. It’s not a faulty telepathy, it’s complete absence of it that doesn’t hint at its own absence, there is no telepathy hole in my brain that I can finger, it’s all solid and complete as far as my sense of self is concerned”.
Death is nothing to be afraid of. Your fears and anxieties around it are all supposing the ability to retain hindsight once the process is completed, like you’ll watch the party continue without you and that you’ll miss out on things that would make you happy. You’re simply projecting yourself forward in time, perhaps imagining yourself in some weird paralysed state, uninvolved in life, but still there. You’ll have no framework within which to experience experience. So fuckin’ relax and enjoy yourself and try to make everyone else’s ride as nice as you can. That’s literally all there is to it.
I only care about other people dying. Not afraid of my own death at all, except in how I know it will affect others. If I knew no one would care or remember that I existed, I’d skip to my death like I’m off to see the Wizard.
Being not alive is not even another state of being. There is nothing to do the “being” on either side of alivetude. It’s not like, once dead, you’re now in Phase 3 of beingosity (the first two phases being pre-alive and alive). Your energy and nutrients will serve other purposes, but we’re talking about consciousness here, and that is as fragile and malleable as a flaccid penis, and as temporary and fleeting as a decent erection.
A way I like to conceptualise it is with this thought experiment:
Everyone on Earth has the power of telepathy, except you. You try to explain what not being able to read or transmit thoughts is like, and the other people who do have telepathy are struggling to grasp it. “Is it like a dial tone? Or is it maybe the ambient silence when you’re in a room with nothing making noise, like the sound of your own bodily vibrations?” and you have to be like “no, it’s none of those things, because those things are all still imagining the presence of a sensory platform that just doesn’t exist in me. It’s not a faulty telepathy, it’s complete absence of it that doesn’t hint at its own absence, there is no telepathy hole in my brain that I can finger, it’s all solid and complete as far as my sense of self is concerned”.
Death is nothing to be afraid of. Your fears and anxieties around it are all supposing the ability to retain hindsight once the process is completed, like you’ll watch the party continue without you and that you’ll miss out on things that would make you happy. You’re simply projecting yourself forward in time, perhaps imagining yourself in some weird paralysed state, uninvolved in life, but still there. You’ll have no framework within which to experience experience. So fuckin’ relax and enjoy yourself and try to make everyone else’s ride as nice as you can. That’s literally all there is to it.
Oh, and MILF porn.