just think about it. you were dead for billions of years. then you were born. then you will die, and you will not be aware of existance, or that you ever existed. you will just won't. and in a way you die everynight dont you? when your alseep you are not even aware that you are a concious being. your not aware that you had a life or live one. you arent aware of existance or that you ever existed. that is until you enter the later stages of sleep, when certain parts of the brain start to become active.
To most of us it seems that we experienced nothing before birth. Maybe we had and for some reason cant remember it? Maybe our time here on earth is to prepare our spirits for something much more difficult than constantly making decisions in order to survive on this planet. Could death be a new begining? Possibly. Will we remember it wherever we go next? I only hope. Maybe we just rot in the ground and our minds as we know it goes with the body.
death is very natural....it's never scared me....even though i wouldnt want to, i would be ok with dying just about any time
its really hard to think about for me, im not scared of death as i just cant seem to understand it. Like i dont question sleep because i wake up, but just being completely unconscious for eternity. Not even being unconcious because if theres nothing after death then your brain cant even produce dreams like sleep. I dont know what im getting at, its 3:19 and i have insomnia and i stopped thinking at like 2 so..ramble ramble ramble
Peace Pipes right, there is no way you can be sure about any of this. If you were at the scene of a murder....but were both deaf and mute....you would tell police officers that there had been no murder. In your previous post, woot, you talk about human as if we are no better than mice. We are meaningless and insignificant is what you are saying....but then you say we are capable of these kind thoughts? We are worthless, yet we can understand the very intimate details of existance? There is absolutly noway anybody that is alive can absolutly know anything about death, besides the fact that we will oneday die.
death and the afterlife intregue me so much, i could see myself as that person later on in life, who just killed himself for the sake of knowing what death really is because he got bored...the only way to know really
Death can't be bad. it just can't its hard to explain in words but how could it be bad? either you go on and enter life as another form or you just stop existing, which is bad but you wouldn't know it was bad.
[Puff Daddy] I want you to ask yourself one question If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do? That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure How would you handle it? Mase, what would you do? [Mase] Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal I'd even look for my dad that I never knew And show him how I look in my Beretta, too I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto Show them what they could have if they never settle Take every white kid from high class level Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress Give every bum on the street cash to invest And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request [Jadakiss] Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket Then go get a jar from Branson And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time Spread it out on different floors And I'm gon' play lotto, for what? Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what [Black Rob] You know when I was close to the ledge I'd probably be in the wedge With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six Went home took a shower in nice cold water And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter 1 - \tIf you had twenty four hours to live just think \tWhere would you go? \tWhat would you do? \tWho would you screw? \tAnd who would you wanna notify? \tOr would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die? \tIf you had twenty four hours to live just think \tWhere would you go? \tWhat would you do? \tWho would you screw? \tAnd who would you wanna notify? \tOr would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die? [Sheek] What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve The other eight had to be baking soda by itself So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad For my son to have the same shit his pops just had And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me [Styles] If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth Run in the station squeezin the inf' I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin' I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds [DMX] Twenty four left until my death So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end But before I go, say hello to my little friend But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog Out with a bang, you will remember my name I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame Repeat 1 until fade
Wow thats the worst post i'v ever seen in my life! Was it just a bunch of lyrics from rap songs? I couldnt tell,
How can you seriously back up such a broad statement. What if you go to hell like Opivy said(not saying you do but try to prove me wrong) wouldn't it be pretty shitty for you too.
quite simply ... i dont believe in any afterlife .. everything that lives eventually dies ... until someone proves me wrong i will stick by that .. think you will have a harder case proving there's a hell somehow..
I think you will have a harder case trying to prove that theres not an afterlife. Because i challenge you to do so,