Joined: 11 Mar 2014 Age: 25 Gender: Male Posts: 275 Location: the utopia
30 Nov 2015, 8:05 am
I retract my earlier statement.
_________________ “Men passionately desire to live after death, but they often pass away without noticing the fact that the memory of a really good person always lives. It is impressed upon the next generation, and is transmitted again to the children. Is that not an immortality worth striving for? ” ― Pyotr Kropotkin, Memoirs of a Revolutionist
Joined: 17 Feb 2012 Age: 44 Gender: Male Posts: 13,051 Location: San Jose
01 Dec 2015, 2:16 pm
I rot in the ground and become food for worms, maggots and bugs and such, I will experience nothingness eternal blackness and no memories or anything.
_________________ Your Aspie score is 193 of 200 Your neurotypical score is 40 of 200 You are very likely an aspie No matter where I go I will always be a Gaijin even at home. Like Anime? https://kissanime.to/AnimeList
Joined: 10 Nov 2015 Age: 58 Posts: 3 Location: Wales
02 Dec 2015, 2:41 am
For those that believe in an afterlife, when a brain is damaged it results in cognitive disabilities. Cognition, the mental action allowing perception, awareness, learning etc. requires a brain. So is your eternal afterlife still plagued by your disabilities, or would your god revert your mind and/or body to its previous state before any disability? If you think the latter, what if you where born disabled? And if your brain is dead where does your cognition come from? So you can experience this afterlife.
_________________ Your neurodiverse (Aspie) score: 159 of 200 Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 47 of 200 You are very likely neurodiverse (Aspie)
For all we know, there could be a hell where you're forever locked, bound and gagged in a cell surrounded by rooms where healthy young people are having wondrous sex non-stop, day and night, for eternity, never letting you sleep with their cries of pure ecstasy.
_________________ The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.