Journal Entry: Fri Apr 20, 2012, 1:44 PM
Listening to: Wasted Penguinz
Reading: Rough draft of United
Watching: Sticky Buddy Dub
Playing: Mario 3D Land
Death. We are who we are because of our experiences and influences, right? What we think of ourselves, other people, other things, crap beyond, etc. That stuff influences our choices, and our choices further build on us, right? Just brain activity. Electrical impulses. That's what keeps us conscious. What will happen when we die? When all those electrical impulses just...stop, how on Earth would that work? Yeah, the whole light and a tunnel, but if it's true that there's nothing beyond that, how could all our previous thoughts, experiences, choices, affections, hates, the part that makes each of us a unique person...just fizzle out? We wouldn't even be able to comprehend death, because we wouldn't be there. We wouldn't be able to see our life flash before us, because it's all gone. And we couldn't even think about that, because we'd be gone.
For me, that's a horrid and terrifying thing. We're always thinking, working, sleeping, taking a crap, or participating in intercourse. And to imagine being unable to think...STUCK in non-exsistance, your soul just...a vegetable.
We create with our thoughts. Music, books, structures, cars. We ourselves are gods, having the ability to create whole universes, filled with life, and knowing the feelings and thoughts of every being on it. For that kind of power to simply poof away is sick; every day, gods are disappearing, never to be found again, impossible to replace, for we're all different.
Losing so many creators and so many unknown worlds. It's dismal.
I guess that's the main reason why I believe in an afterlife. You don't just drop life into the world only to snuff it out.