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What do you think happens when you die?
I believe in reincarnation myself
Hoping though that there is a HELL for them that deserve it…
(Can I say that bad word in here?)
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As far as your question. I think that there is some form of consciousness that continues on. Not sure if I care whether a sense of “self” is there or not.
Avoid “cunt” and you should be ok.
Well, I’ve gotten where I am by not avoiding it, but you’ve got to go your own way in this regard.
I heard some interesting discussion on the big question - life after death - just the other day on the radio.
In the ground.
Anything other than that, I have no idea. If something happens to my consciousness (I can’t bring myself to say “soul”), it will be an interesting surprise. And I’ll be asking exactly how it works, because I gotta know.
Since this will probably spark a debate, I’ve moved it to Great Debates.
Since this is in Great Debates now, it would be interesting to learn *why *you believe in reincarnation.
Personally I do not believe in any form of life after death, because I know of no credible evidence that suggests there is one. Do you know of such evidence?
There is no evidence that Conciousness can survive death. There is very good reason to believe that consciousness ends with the cessation of electrochemical activity in the brain. When you die your thoughts and experiences will almost certainly cease to exist. Your body will decompose.like any other animal carcass unless preserved. Hope this helps.
Think back to what it was like before you were born. That’s most likely what it’s like after you die.
Enjoy.
This is where I’ve ended up on the topic as well.
Not only do I believe there’s only oblivion and maggots (because why would there be anything else ?) ; I sincerely *hope *there’s only oblivion and maggots.
The idea of plowing through this mostly painful and/or boring shit again and again is profoundly disheartening ; as is the idea I’ll remain “me” forever, whether it’s be-harp’d on a golden cloud watching all of humanity being retarded until their final day or being industriously shat in the soul while on fire.
When I’m done, I want to be done.
What happens to us when we die is the same thing as what happens to a running program (called a process) when you turn off the computer. Pfft, it’s gone.
Now we can save the state or the process and maybe start it somewhere else, but we can’t do that for our consciousness, yet anyhow. It would take lots of storage, which I don’t see around for saving souls in the literal sense. When we talk about backing up stuff to the cloud, we don’t mean a real white fluffy cloud.
Sometimes I think I’d like a do-over in life. Except it wouldn’t be good enough to have to start out as a dumbass again, I’d need to carry some knowledge forward with me to do it properly. But that’s the problem, even if there is reincarnation, we all start out with a blank slate.
And that got me thinking - given that we all start out fresh, how could you tell whether one person’s consciousness had been re-used (we reincarnate), or if we don’t reincarnate and consciousness ends with death? Those two scenarios are indistinguishable - there’s no way even in principle to know which is true.
So I like to tell myself that I’ll live again, I just won’t have any memories of this time around. And I tell other people that when I die, that impoverished kid on the other side of the world might actually be me, or that kid in the wheelchair over there could be me. If you love me, treat them well.
Wow are you in for some deep disappointment.
Where does the flame go when the candle is snuffed out?
Ah, but when the candle is lighted again, is the flame reincarnated? Is it a different flame or does the same flame get a new life? Those are the questions …
So back to a giant playground with puppies and ice cream? Sweet.
Up onto the curtains and then the ceiling and eventually the whole neighborhood.
Where does the song go when a person stops singing?
That one’s easy : the crowd keeps singing it, increasingly out of tune. 
ETA : aaand I just realized this was not only a random off-the-cuff joke, but also a relatively accurate representation of the socio-historical process. Fuck me, I’m so deep I could strike oil.