Evidently I'm the only one who is afraid of death. That makes me wonder if there's a taboo against admitting it.
Oh no, for sure you're not. I am very, very afraid of death. I haven't done all that I wanted to do in this life of mine. Some really bad stuff has happened to me lately (I prefer not to talk about it) and I have been set back a few years from where I want to be. Death is the worst thing that can happen to me now.
I'm so bloody smart now, imagine if I had an extra 50 or 100 years. I'd be almost God-like.
Really? How quickly can you beat me at a game of chess?
my friend Tom so I'd have someone to beat at golf for all eternity!
ah, that's what Snoopy was talking about before.
The rest of you buggers can wither away since you embrace your deaths and have no fear (so you say).
I for one would like to be immortal and as for everyone else, they are to live as long as they can in order to allow me to fulfill my own dreams. They will just be my tools. I will have multiple lifetimes and will be able to take multiple careers. Scientist, engineer, architect, politician, military leader, fighter pilot, spy, religious leader, chess grandmaster, astronaut, historian, economist and philanthropist.
I will invent time travel, find a way to harness zero-point energy, lead armies, build cities, manage entire economies, defeat a hundred air forces, win a hundred wars and battles, build empires and have people read about my victories, introduce amazing innovations in spirituality, participate in the most crucial political and legal battles in history yet to be written, become a national chess champion, set up a colony on Mars and possibly ...... create artificial life.
Maslow talks about "self-actualization" and "peak experiences" where a person comes to see the world as it really is in all its awfulness and splendor, and begins to cultivate the freedom of his own inner expansion within the realization of the miraculous nature of his own sovereign being. He calls this state "being cognition," the openness of perception to the truth of the world, a truth concealed by neurotic distortions and illusions that protect us from being overwhelmed by our experiences. It's all well and good to break out of the cave of our one-dimensionality, but the paradox of that triumph is that it utterly undermines one's self-perceived position in the world. It destroys the self-security mechanisms that we have spent our whole lives building up. It makes routine, automatic, secure, self-confident activity impossible. It transforms us into trembling animals at the mercy of the cosmos and its indecipherable meaning. The reward for this psychological break through is that we suddenly see ourselves for what we are: not gods or the children of the gods, but pseudo-intelligent worms with no greater standing than dumb animals awaiting slaughter- only they don't know it and we do. That's a hell of a thing to contemplate!
This last paragraph just blows me away ..... where'd you learn to write like that? ...... still trying to understand what you're saying.
The reward for this psychological break through is that we suddenly see ourselves for what we are: not gods or the children of the gods, but pseudo-intelligent worms with no greater standing than dumb animals awaiting slaughter- only they don't know it and we do. That's a hell of a thing to contemplate!
Wait, wait ...... are you saying that when we finally realise our potential and that "this is all there is" that we will finally realise what a horrible life this is? Have I got it all wrong?
(last paragraph partly paraphrased from The Denial of Death, by Ernest Becker)
Oh ........ that wasn't actually all thought up by you, it was taken from somewhere else.