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When we were nothing we had no concept of being something, so we had nothing to lose. Now that we are something, we have the concept of loss, and in life loss is usually painful and saddening. I feel like it makes sense that we would imagine the loss of our whole selves as being painful/sad, whether or not that’s actually the case.
That actually calms me. Thanks
You’re welcome <3
The point of pain where your body shuts down is actually not that bad. I could watch myself die no problem. You don’t really experience death anyways. Your consciousness exists in user space but your body functions in kernel space. If kernel space dies, you don’t even get a memo. It is all kinda shocking and hard to take in when a super traumatic thing happens like breaking your neck back and a bunch of other stuff. It is like you are not part of it. The pain kinda just fades into a noise you barely hear your own thoughts over. I’ve been damn close to dead, and only barely recall little bits and pieces while missing most of three hours. I’ve watched people die from far far less severe injuries. They did not see their kernel space fail. So yeah I don’t think it matters. Smaller injuries hurt worse most of the time. The really big stuff passes a threshold where pain is kinda irrelevant.
Remember when we were just stardust? Simpler times
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I won’t be able to eat pizza in the void.
Well I hated it enough to claw myself out of it and into this flesh cage. So must be pretty terrible there.
Question for the comments, what is the earliest (aka youngest) you can remember memories. I can remember stuff from being at most 2 years old.
I’m not sure the exact age, but anywhere between 2 and 3, because I spent a lot of time in hospitals at that age, I had some serious issues when I was young. I remember being in the hospital and hating it, and it feeling dark and foreboding. I never understood what was going on and I was scared. I remember my mom giving me a Hot Wheels-sized toy helicopter and truck. I have panic attacks being hooked up to medical machines as an adult, and I hate having my blood drawn or having an IV.
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Circa 3-5yrs old. I remember watching some VHS tapes of a couple songs and gumby episodes - also some ‘thomas the tank engine-esq’ tugboat show that occasionally drives me mad that i cannot find.
I would watch these over and over on the rug in fromt of an old dial-select CRT TV and loved them so much.
But the earliest definitive memory of an event i could pinpoint down to a day/week with a family member would be age 8.https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765798/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tugs_(TV_series)
Perhaps Tugs is the show you’re thinking of? Makes sense that it was reminiscent of Thomas the Tank Engine because it was created by some of the people behind the original Thomas series.
Holy shit i think that may just be it?! I dont know why i said tugboats instead of just ‘boats’ in my previous comment because i think whenever i have searched i was looking for something along the lines of ‘stop motion boat show’ or ‘toy boats in harbour show’, but never actually saying tugboats.
I remembered them being toys in a port/harbour setting and thought it was some show for 5 year olds in the 90’s that wouldnt be captured on the internet and probably only existed in a decaying library archive box now.
Man i love the internet, this has made my day, thank you!You’re welcome, I’m glad I was able to help prove it existed!
Similar to others, maybe 2 or 3 years old. I was “helping” (probably hindering) my mum paint my bedroom. I distinctly remember waving the paint roller around.
I’m not afraid of what comes after death, I want to experience a good death. And I’m afraid that I won’t. And there’s only the one chance.
I want my brain to shut down in a cascade, like they have found by doing EEG scans of dying people. It’s supposed that this cascade may be what causes the life flashing before your eyes and peaceful feelings often reported by people who have been resuscitated.
I want that. I want a good death.
I would miss out on all the new experiences that would happen if I wasn’t here lingering like a fart
I’m gonna stick around for as long as I can
Mmm yes I spend all my time thinking about death because I’m afraid of it
I’m more concerned about the transfer point.
it’s ok. you won’t remember it anyway
Nah I’ve checked it out. My energy was in some other living entity and this will be my final pass around here. Off to the great unity.
Alternatively, watch the movie Enter the Void
The meaning of life, to us, is chemical. You do something evolutionarily advantageous, get a chemical atta boy.
We are designed to survive. Dying is locally a disadvantage to evolution, so we are programmed to fear and avoid death.
And if you want to be more grandiose and a bit philosophical about it - we are the Universe learning about itself. We literally are starstuff - we have been created from the material ejected into space by exploding stars. But we managed to develop intelligence and a curious mind. So, the meaning of life, is to learn and contribute to learning as much as possible.
Sadly, it’s all for naught. Either the eventual heat death of the universe, contraction, or something strange like a change in vacuum state will destroy any contributions we could make. That is, of course, assuming we outlast our own tendency to kill each other and destroy our environment.
