This very issue goes back to what I said in the “why don’t you believe” thread, i.e. it’s yet another of the key angles I said was a contributor to my philosophy but that I would be omitting for length.
Say: I’m on my deathbed. My life fades, and disappears. I see the ceiling, the faces of my loved ones (hopefully), the darkness of my brain shutting down, and then… What?
What RexDart and others are getting at is that this lack of viewpoint cannot be imagined. It’s impossible to imagine something without a point of view from which to imagine it.
However, it’s quite possible to imagine this for somebody else. I can conceive of a different person on his deathbed, and imagine his consciousness as a line progressing through time, and when he dies, the line stops. Period.
The fact that we are unable to visualize this from our own perspective suggests that our intellectual and imaginative capacities are somehow inextricably tied to our sense of self. In other words, to borrow from Hofstadter, lack of personal consciousness is the record that cannot be played on the metaphorical record player of the tortoise’s mind.
The only question, in my mind, is what to conclude from this impossibility. Personally, I chalk it up to a quirk of human psychology, and leave it at that. I don’t need to invent “no-time” or anything else. When my time is up, my consciousness, which is a side effect of my cognitive apparatus, dies with the tissues that house it.
Some people, though, conclude that because it is impossible to imagine, it must be impossible to exist. I don’t buy that, because it’s easy to propose things that can be defined but that defy our ability to imagine them in any concrete sense. Try to picture, for example, a four-dimensional cube. We know, mathematically, they exist, and we can manipulate them predictably according to all sorts of different rules and systems. It’s virtually impossible to simply put the object in our mind’s eye, though. Does that mean it doesn’t exist, even as an abstraction? Of course not.
I deny the proposition that the concept of consciousness loss cannot be conceived or defined, because one can use the “negative ground” method to think about it. Like the classic figure/ground illusion, if there’s something about the vase that the human brain simply can’t penetrate, one analyzes the faces to get at least a sense of the perimeter and shape.
There’s nothing metaphysical about it. Merely assume a Godelian limitation to human cogitation, use this to define the boundaries of self-analysis, and then project the experience onto somebody else. Hence, I can conceive, indirectly, that my consciousness will end with my death, without needing to open the black box of actually imagining the experience.
I suspect that this intellectual chasm is yet another reason a belief in life after death has been so persistent through human philosophical history. Because it’s impossible to imagine the loss of consciousness without a consciousness to provide perspective for the experience, our brain rebels, and we leap to the conclusion that the unimaginable experience is impossible, and that something of ourselves must persist after death.
For my part, I see nothing about it that is more impossible to visualize than the four-dimensional cube, and I’m comfortable concluding that when I’m gone, I’m gone.