After Death..

After Death is Post Death.

Geck0 wrote: We live and die and... yet... nothing, nothing at all.  That's it. Immortality (and thus Heaven) is scarier than mortality and death. Peter Hammill knows it too.

The concept of immortality sounds wonderful to me.

Death is the end.

The obvious answer is "how could I know". That's the rational part of me talking.
However, the spiritual part of me is hoping that we continue living in one way or another, because otherwise it wouldn't make any difference how we treat other people, ourselves, animals and environment.
Therefore I wish that we all will face some kind of a Great Court where we get what we deserve, which is a very scary thought too, because neither of us who die as an adult are innocent. On the other hand, I have always thought that no one deserves to be cast down to hell either. But I want to believe in Justice.
Two major things have happened in my life quite recently. My grandmother died late last year and a few weeks ago I became a father for the first time in my life. Somehow I connected these two things in my mind in an intuitive way and I started to think that perhaps dying is a bit like being born: you enter the unknown, you think that something is coming to an end (I believe that it's shocking for a baby to born), but in fact it's only a new beginning. This opens an interesting thought that maybe life/eternity is a neverending cycle of being born and dying.
But, once again, how could I know?

9 Feet Underground and Halfway Between Heaven and Earth... are classic Richard Sinclair!

But yes, we die and that's it...

However... timor mortis conturbat me.

It does.

rileydog22 wrote: You go in a wooden box which is buried approximately 6 feet underground.

Edited by Chameleon - June 14 2007 at 19:27

This is a question that always hits me, i believe we go nowhere, it is the end, nothing more.

We live and die and... yet... nothing, nothing at all.  That's it.

Immortality (and thus Heaven) is scarier than mortality and death.

Peter Hammill knows it too.

Still Life

Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb:
what have we become? What have we chosen to be?
Now, all history is reduced to the syllables of our name -
nothing can ever be the same now the Immortals are here.
At the time, it seemed a reasonable course
to harness all the force of life without the threat of death,
but soon we found
that boredom and inertia are not negative,
but all the law we know 
and dead are Will and words like survival.
         
Arrival at immunity from all age, all fear and all end....
Why do I pretend? Our essence is distilled
and all familiar taste is now drained
and though purity is maintained it leaves us sterile,
living through the millions of years,
a laugh as close as any tear....
Living, if you claim that all that entails is
breathing, eating, defecating, screwing, drinking,
spewing, sleeping, sinking ever down and down
and ultimately passing away time
which no longer has any meaning.
         
Take away the threat of death
and all you're left with is a round of make-believe;
marshal every sullen breath
and though you're ultimately bored by endless ecstasy
that's still the ring by which you hope to be engaged
to marry the girl who will give you forever -
that's crazy, and plainly
it simply is not enough.
         
What is the dullest and bluntest of pains,
such that my eyes never close without feeling it there?
What abject despair demands an end to all things of infinity?
If we have gained, how do we now meet the cost?
What have we bargained, and what have we lost?
What have we relinquished, never even knowing it was there?
         
What chance now of holding fast the line,
defying death and time
when everything we had is gone?
Everything we laboured for and favoured more
than earthly things reveals the hollow ring
of false hope and of false deliverance.
         
But now the nuptial bed is made,
the dowry has been paid;
the toothless, haggard features of Eternity
now welcome me between the sheets
to couple with her withered body - my wife.
         
Hers forever,
hers forever,
hers forever
in still life.

What if those near-death experiences where you see heaven/hell is the work of your unconscious mind and your imagination of either heaven or hell, and where your mind itself things you would go?

Man Erg wrote: Vompatti wrote: We shall return as zombies, vampires or shoes.