(July 6, 2017 at 5:51 pm)Mister Agenda Wrote: I had open-heart surgery in 2001 and was deeply anaesthetized. Nine hours passed, but to me it was seconds. In some sense 'I' was suppressed for that time. That gave me a better grasp of what it's like to be dead. It's like nothing at all. Never another thought, just off like a light bulb unscrewed and dropped on pavement, no coming back on. I still have a normal fear of dying, but am utterly unafraid of being dead. I won't be around for that part.
Wow, MA. That's some serious shit. I'm glad your bulb came back on, so to speak. [emoji846] I had surgery in 2005; not 9 hours long, hell; but I know what you mean. It's like losing time. You wake up, and it's like rejoining the mortal coil.
Perhaps it's our irrational attempt to imagine non-experience that is the source of anxiety for some people. Of course, we can't ever know what it's like to be dead, because being dead isn't being anything. We, with our conscious experience (by its definition), cannot experience non-experience, if that makes sense to anyone. It's like saying, how does it feel for cold to be hot, or what's it like for light to be dark? It's nonsense.
Trying to imagine what non-existence is like, is as illogical as trying to imagine, "nothing rather than something."
So, I guess I'd probably feel better if I stopped trying.
Nay_Sayer: “Nothing is impossible if you dream big enough, or in this case, nothing is impossible if you use a barrel of KY Jelly and a miniature horse.”
Wiser words were never spoken.
Wiser words were never spoken.
