The Possibility Of Living Forever?

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I am about 98% positive there is another existence after death, but thats because I don't believe non-existence is possible.

 

Once we're dead our consciousness will cease, so I won't care about the eternal or lack thereof state of my body. Thus I won't have any feelings for it whatsoever.

 

Well this is a good question. We have been able to determine that the act of thinking triggers certain neurons in the brain. We can compare this data with other animals and the lack of such similar waves would suggest that they're not conscious. I think this was demonstrated with EEG technology, but I'm not real sure about that. Read an article a long time ago. Also this whole argument depends on how you define consciousness - which is extremely relative in philosophy.

 

Do you remember existing before you were born?

 

from my perspective
living forever is more within the realm of soul
a law of 'physics' to some extent has other than much to do with living forever

 

No, I became a blank slate. Whats your point? (I know what you are saying, I just don't agree)

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Not sure if that has been posted here before but it's cool.

The Egg
By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that's when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I'm God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That's what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That's good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don't worry,” I said. “They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. You wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You'll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It's just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what's the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had.
“You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You're sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don't even know it's happening.”
“So what's the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You're asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it's a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there's just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I'm everyone!?”
“Now you're getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I'm every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I'm Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you're John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I'm Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you're the millions he killed.”
“I'm Jesus?”
“And you're everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I'm a god?”
“No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it's just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it's time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

 

Read it before. Its amazing.

 

Life is just one conscious simultaneously experiencing an infinite number of coinciding subjective dreams; or, as Bill Hicks put it, "Life is just a dream in which we are the imagination of ourselves." And what happens when we die in our dreams? We wake up. Who knows where we will wake up when you die in this life, when you've been dreaming for as long as we have you tend to forget going to sleep, you just remember the dream world.

Edit:That story is perfect. Seriously. Like wow, I once thought that while tripping and it was the most wonderful thought I ever had. Couldn't describe anything any better.

 

@5abijut

Very, very cool. Interesting theory.

When I was young I fantasized about uploading my consciousness to an advanced robot of some kind (I was so sure we'd have them) when I got to be an old man, and so sidestepping death, until I chose it.

I believe we make visits into this life, the one we are currently living, as well as others, into other life forms both here on earth, and on other planets orbiting other stars in other galaxies, possibly other universes. Maybe the entirety of our universe is only a building block, merely an atom for another. We make our journeys into different forms, and inbetween we return to the universal consciousness, individual components of one united entity.

We do live on, in the truest sense, because our souls, our spirit, what really constitutes "us" is still with us, while we shed our corporeal bodies. When our soul, our individual piece of the lifeforce is once again part of the entirety. Who knows what the nature of that existence is, and what changes it undergoes, if any.

Thats what I believe, at least part of it, anyways

 

wow that was intensely awesome

 

Living much longer is a real possibility. Scientists have created mice that live several times their normal expected lifespan as well as worms.

 

other than much

 

i agree whole heartly but in order to say that, it must be proven that our conscious is a product of evolution.

 

It hasn't been? I see no other plausible alternative.

 

I see tons of religions that would disagree with that fyi. There isn't evidence one way or the other.