But we don’t have the choice to have never existed. Once you exist, its kind of a pandora’s box. And ceasing to exist after you’ve started to exist is a unfathomable horror.
If you think you’ll “be ready” when faced by impending oblivion, I’d say maybe, but probably not.
My maternal grampa wasn’t and he was old as shit when he died. The only reason the rest of my grandparents were OK with dying is because they thought they were going to fucking heaven.
But we don’t have the choice to have never existed. Once you exist, its kind of a pandora’s box. And ceasing to exist after you’ve started to exist is a unfathomable horror.
horror *for others
Which is irrelevant for oneself when not existing anymore
Horror for you as you approach death as well.
If you think you’ll “be ready” when faced by impending oblivion, I’d say maybe, but probably not.
My maternal grampa wasn’t and he was old as shit when he died. The only reason the rest of my grandparents were OK with dying is because they thought they were going to fucking heaven.