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Death

Posted on: April 28, 2008

Perhaps we continue to exist after the moment of death. Supposing we do. Would it be a good state to be in?

First of all, what would it this state constitute? Not an interview with God surely.  We all know God is really a collective delusion, a story cooked up by humans as fallible as us, who perhaps dared to look at the true face of reality, and struck by the despair of its infinite chasm, chose to invent God. No god fearing gambler would place a bet on meeting God on the other side.

After death we would be faced by the true face of reality. We wouldnt understand it, but be faced by it nonethess. And when we face this face of truth, or the vast other side, of which we know nothing, who would accompany us? Not our near and dear ones surely. Because we truly know nothing of the other side, and there is no reason to beleive that the universe conspires so that we can have post demise reunions.

Wont then we be specs in a vast nothingness of which we know nothing? For the first time experience true solitude? A terrible solitude in which we are faced all on our own by a vast darkness which we understand naught, and not only that, suddenly realisation dawns upon us, that we dont even understand the meaning of our own existence.

One wonders if its not better to cling to stories of a benevolent God, of reassimilattion with a loving white light, of the goodness of the Universe, of our special place in it, of the biasedness of its laws for us. To somehow take away the terrible burden of making sense of of the vast cold Universe from our own selves.

Not a good state of affairs surely. Perhaps it would be best that life after death didnt exist after all. Not that the thought of ceasing to exist after we die is any less despair inducing.

 

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In Nietzche, disorientation finds its supreme expression, profound spiritual disorientation. An expression of the terrible unfreedom of complete freedom. Of gradually casting away all the beliefs which kept us anchored, till there’s nothing to believe. Because thats what they are ultimately, convenient stories handed down to us which we never REALLY considered. Nor do we want to. We were brought up to look away, the entire world looks away, and perhaps thats the best way. But its looking away nonetheless.

“Whither is God?” he cried; “I will tell you. We have killed him—you and I.  What were we doing when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there still any up or down? Are we not straying, as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night continually closing in on us? 

Isnt this really our state with regard to our understanding of the universe, and especially our position in it – a speck of light in a vast abyss of darkness. What do the above lines express? Realisation? The end point of true rationality? Or the begginings of madness?