life is too short for me !

[Tiberius]

Like we said, life isn't fair. That's just how things are, and inventing some kind of afterlife to compensate isn't going to change that.

[jackman]

given the amount of chance it took going in your favor to even attain life this time, consider yourself lucky and do something positive with your dash ( as the dash in, 1971 - 2071).

[Phil]

What about the unfortunate people or the babies who died before they were even born . Did they have their chance by the laws of the universe ?

What law?

[KichigaiNeko]

To impose Human "order" onto the universe is the ultimate in human hubris

[Phil]

To impose Human "order" onto the universe is the ultimate in human hubris

Not to mention that for some reason this feels like the beginning of another Islamic invasion starting with the forum's fav poster Zakir.

[KichigaiNeko]

To impose Human "order" onto the universe is the ultimate in human hubris

Not to mention that for some reason this feels like the beginning of another Islamic invasion starting with the forum's fav poster Zakir.

Sorry Phil....been doing 'human' things of late.


As far as I can understand the "religious" are always trying to impose "order" onto a a Universe that does NOT care nor recognises their "god/s" omnipotence

All statements to the FACT that ...they are wrong.

[Welsh cake]

What about the unfortunate people or the babies who died before they were even born . Did they have their chance by the laws of the universe?

By chance I assume you mean "right to exist" or live. Sorry, the universe and the causal arrow of time doesn't revolve around trivial things such as human rights. The majority of the universe is hostile to life, our own planet included. So what about the unborn victims of causality? Well, simply put, they had no chance to exist.

We had a very slim chance to exist ourselves, considering all the internal and external threats life has faced. Now we get to enjoy (or suffer) life, warts and all.

[Erinome]

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.

[Godscreated]

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.

What a sad thought, we were energy, we stayed energy, we parted as energy, I'm sure I've never heard anything that cold.

[Ace Otana]

What about the unfortunate people or the babies who died before they were even born . Did they have their chance by the laws of the universe ?

Nope. Children who die before they have even grasped what it's like to exist will never know. They'll never exist again. Yeah, reality is cold and really fucking hard. Hard to bare in numerous ways. You can believe in some afterlife if it makes you feel better but it won't affect reality.

Life isn't fair, it's in fact a real bitch. My uncle died young, long before I was born. There are babies who die before their birth. There are people who could of existed but never will. I can bare the cold hard reality. After all, it isn't all bad. Just be thankful you do exist and are able to do and understand all the things you do.