As a naturalist, i do not believe in a god or divine power of any sort. However, I was a christian for many years. I find that my loss of god has been a very positive thing in my life, however I still am having trouble coming to terms that when we die.. were just dead. I know thats how it is, and since we wont be conceous it really wont matter once we are, but while i am still alive it makes me a bit uneasy i suppose. Anyone else feel this way?
So... this is it?
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If you worry about dying then you are forgetting about living! Uneasy, well you won't feel a thing it is just like when you go to sleep but you just don't wake up. Those around you should be told to remember your life and how you celebrated living, not be saddened by your death.
If you worry about dying then you are forgetting about living! Uneasy, well you won't feel a thing it is just like when you go to sleep but you just don't wake up. Those around you should be told to remember your life and how you celebrated living, not be saddened by your death.
I agree totally
and thank you for reinforcing that. However, I guess im more worried about growing old and losing the ability to be able to live how I want. If i am ever bed ridden, I will have no choice but to wonder about the upcoming event in my life, the end.The irony is that you are calling upon a conscious reflection after death (by anticipating how jolly everyone will be to remember you) while simultaneously advocating that there is no conscious entity after death.If you worry about dying then you are forgetting about living! Uneasy, well you won't feel a thing it is just like when you go to sleep but you just don't wake up. Those around you should be told to remember your life and how you celebrated living, not be saddened by your death.
But those we leave behind will have their memories to visit about us so that is a good thing if they liked us, some however won't be missed at all and will soon be forgotten but then again in 100 years or less so will we all. That is unless we do something that puts our names into the history books or we do some other thing that people can read about us in the future.
eh?
What good can a non entity take in being remembered?
Sorry, I thought you meant those we leave behind, my error.:shrug:
Why are people afraid to die? I can understand why someone might not want a loved one to die - because you miss them and want them around - but what purpose would be served by living forever? I only wish to be healthy until I die and as far as possible, die instantly and with no suffering. I would really detest having the parts go one by one and slogging on with stuff that doesn't work right.
I've died once already, for about 3 minutes , I awoke and only remember I saw nothing during my slumber. Not anything to get all worked up about.
Are you mad?
Being dead means you'll miss the next episode of Dr. Who.
But there all repeats anyway!
Who's Who?
Then I'll try not to pass away until this new Who has his turn again. She looks nice but I really hope the WRITING improves! If not I don't think I'll be watching it much.
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--
IMO she's THE best looking assistant he's ever had (ginge or not!).
The writing improves?
It's been superb from the return (Chris Ecclestone onwards) of the Dr. Russell T. Davies breathed new life into the whole thing.
funny, i always thought that way about life, not death. :shrug:
She suits the times, sure.
I think Wendy Padbury / Zoe Herior and Katy Manning / Jo Grant were/are my favourites in that regard.
Tom Baker remains THE Doctor Who for me, though.
I find the new version (Ecclestone onward) is good... well acted, written and produced etc... but that it is all far too much for the MTV generation... fast editing, everyone rushing around at breakneck speed.
I just wished it would slow down a bit, become more suspenseful, more "frightening"... and have more 2-parters or 3-parters... as some of the best bits are the cliff-hangers.
But it's now just another clone along with the likes of Robin Hood, Merlin, Torchwood etc. Which is a shame.