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sonofbarry
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I’m sure it’s not an unusual phenomenon, but I’ve recently found myself pondering death and the real implications of it. By the way, I’m approaching 50 and (quite honestly) a lapsed Catholic.
I’m terrified of death. I sit at my desk at work sometimes, almost frozen in fear of not living anymore, and the powerlessness to do anything about it. I’m starting to have dreams of death and the nothingness that would certainly result.
To me, it would be the end of everything. All that I had seen, heard and thought would vanish. This is the really terrible part – the loss of the conscious self. I can handle the loss of the physical, but not the intellectual, the mind, the ability to think and to basically know things.
And I’m clearly approaching this from a non-religious point of view. As you can see, there are also elements of solipsism in my thinking (a theory that I find hard to discard, even though it is a bleak, lonely philosophy). After all, if I only experience the world through my senses and reason, the world (the one that I have created) must end when I shut down.
Someone on a help-site said: “Think of it like this. You have already been dead (i.e. in a state of nothingness) for the 14 billion years of time – virtually forever, in our minds. You will live for just a few years and then you will be dead again forever. It’s nothing unusual and you can’t expect anything else.” (paraphrased).
Once again, non-religious.
And then I call myself a whining coward when I think of all the tens of billions of people who have died courageously or with great faith in this or that God, or just grateful for their brief lives. Then I think of the millions and millions of people who died in the womb or at birth, victims of abortion, and so on – people who never even got to see one day.
Should we all just accept it and move on? Is there an easier path to accepting this kind of thing – of conquering the fear?
I’m terrified of death. I sit at my desk at work sometimes, almost frozen in fear of not living anymore, and the powerlessness to do anything about it. I’m starting to have dreams of death and the nothingness that would certainly result.
To me, it would be the end of everything. All that I had seen, heard and thought would vanish. This is the really terrible part – the loss of the conscious self. I can handle the loss of the physical, but not the intellectual, the mind, the ability to think and to basically know things.
And I’m clearly approaching this from a non-religious point of view. As you can see, there are also elements of solipsism in my thinking (a theory that I find hard to discard, even though it is a bleak, lonely philosophy). After all, if I only experience the world through my senses and reason, the world (the one that I have created) must end when I shut down.
Someone on a help-site said: “Think of it like this. You have already been dead (i.e. in a state of nothingness) for the 14 billion years of time – virtually forever, in our minds. You will live for just a few years and then you will be dead again forever. It’s nothing unusual and you can’t expect anything else.” (paraphrased).
Once again, non-religious.
And then I call myself a whining coward when I think of all the tens of billions of people who have died courageously or with great faith in this or that God, or just grateful for their brief lives. Then I think of the millions and millions of people who died in the womb or at birth, victims of abortion, and so on – people who never even got to see one day.
Should we all just accept it and move on? Is there an easier path to accepting this kind of thing – of conquering the fear?