(March 4, 2011 at 10:27 pm)reverendjeremiah Wrote: "The universe is 13.5 billion years old. For 13.5 billion years I NEVER EXISTED. It didnt hurt me one bit. In fact, I didnt even notice it. When I am dead, it will be the same as before I was born"
I take solice in that mental exercise. After a while you will realize that you no longer need to wrry about it so much, and focus on living and enjoying your life, right here, right now.
This has often given me some comfort as well. Depending on whatever medical issues you may have to deal with later in life, there may actually be a point where you wished you were dead. I have some breathing issues, and when I get pneumonia or bronchitis, I sometimes think this because just moving can be a challenge since lung infections make breathing even worse if you already have some type of condition. I remember laying there very sick and the thought coming to my mind. Luckily, I recovered. Not terribly comforting, I don't suppose, but there may come a time when your death may seem like a respite from suffering. I think some who utilize euthanasia in Europe and elsewhere find some peace in that. As for what death will feel like, you described it as best as I can imagine. I just look at it as sleep ... or being anesthetized and never being woken up. I have been anesthetized, and if some evil doctor chose to do so, he could have made me a vegetable, and I would have never known the difference.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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