Humans are simply animals with intelligence. We are not special because we are intelligent, just like dogs are not special beacuse they can fuck 50 times a day and just like eagles are not special because they can fly.
Like all animals and life on this world, we will die.
But, because we are "intelligent", we try our best to avoid this unpleasant fact. We do everything to avoid confronting the idea that one day, we will cease to exist.
This denial has taken so many forms that it has become institutionlized and woven into our daily lives. Even after 5000 years of civilization and science, people strongly resist the idea of permanent death.
The concepts of "soul", "afterlife", "rebirth", "re-incarnation" etc, etc, etc, are all different aspects of this elaborate denial.
We are simply mammals, and like other mammals, we will die. There is nothing after death.
We are free to believe anything we want, if it gives us comfort from the fact of our inevitable demise. But, if we want the facts, unvarnished, we will reject any such false comforts.
The fact of my own inevitable, inescapable death is more than slightly depressing to acknowledge. The only small consolation is that the vast majority openly resort to self-deception.
Like all animals and life on this world, we will die.
But, because we are "intelligent", we try our best to avoid this unpleasant fact. We do everything to avoid confronting the idea that one day, we will cease to exist.
This denial has taken so many forms that it has become institutionlized and woven into our daily lives. Even after 5000 years of civilization and science, people strongly resist the idea of permanent death.
The concepts of "soul", "afterlife", "rebirth", "re-incarnation" etc, etc, etc, are all different aspects of this elaborate denial.
We are simply mammals, and like other mammals, we will die. There is nothing after death.
We are free to believe anything we want, if it gives us comfort from the fact of our inevitable demise. But, if we want the facts, unvarnished, we will reject any such false comforts.
The fact of my own inevitable, inescapable death is more than slightly depressing to acknowledge. The only small consolation is that the vast majority openly resort to self-deception.