Get some sex and have more fun… then you will think less of death. How you live is more important than how you die. (Usually).
This must be related to the sticker I’ve been seeing on cars I Believe In Angles with a picture of some winged creature.
Pay attention, not just to geometry… pay attention.
Well I have people to take care of and who care about me so no I would prefer to live. Besides suicide is very hard on the people you leave behind.
You only get one shot at life might as well make the most of it. Tommorrow is a new day. The sun that sets also rises. There are more fish in the sea. Eat at Joe’s. Et Cetrea Et Cetrea.
Besides Geometry can’t be that boring.
Assuming there is an afterlife, and I find it just as improbable as a"beforelife", then since this presumably continues forever then I may as well wait until the end of my 80-or-so years since for me to die now does not effectively increase my time in the afterlife.
I would much prefer to enjoy the miracle that is my brain while I can, for example visualising those geometric traingles drawn on a flat piece of paper and then bending the piece of paper around on itself.
Funny, with all (or most) of the religions supposedly promising an afterlife and their believers spending their lives trying to ensure they get said afterlife, you’d think that, given the offer to cut to the chase and get right to it, they’d be all over it.
Not being one of those people, I prefer life, with all it’s flaws and all its wonder.
Is life worth living? This is a question for an embryo not for a man.~ Samuel Butler ~
I think most people would cut to the chase and head for the hereafter IF “…the Everlasting had not set his Canon 'gainst self-slaughter!” For whatever reason, in all faiths, it seems, suicide (excepting some worthy forms of martyrdom) is a strict no-no. Sorry, dude, geometry is far better than what you’re in for if you take matters into your own hands. I qualify that statement by saying this is most certainly true UNLESS, in your particular geometry class, your prof. is one of the Devil’s minions, who has you chained inextricably to a desk to study the acute angles of a diabolical pentagram, whilst reciting Satanic Verses, until you are rendered a foaming-mouthed acolyte of the damned. In that case suicide might be an extreme act of peity, in which case you’ll probably be canonized and they’ll name a feast day after you.
I’d go for it if I could have a death that would be useful in some way, like giving organs to a needy child or running in front of a car to save someone else’s life or something like that.
But without a reason to die, I’ll just live until I can’t.
You are assuming that the phenomenon of consciousness is as pleasant for everyone as it appears to be for you. Some of us loathe going through this life and it might just be a blessing to get out early if it turns out there is no purpose to our suffering. The catch 22 is of course we won’t know until we die.
Oh, I frequently pondered suicide during goemetry class . . .
As for that "Two things are being assumed . . " gag, haven’t you ever seen the Twilight Zone? “Heaven? Why, this isn’t heaven . . . Bwa-ha-ha-ha!”
No.
See, the problem with this proposition is that you are not being offered any kind of useful gaurantee.
You have no recourse at all if, for example, whoever told you about the afterlife was lying to you or was simply a miguided fool.
If your death turned out to be very painful or you suddenly found yourself surrounded by brimestone and lava, what are you going to do about it? Not much. You just aren’t going to get a second chance.
It’s stupid to take the chance of being wrong about the afterlife, no matter how convincing other people are.
If there’s even a 1-in-a-million chance of being wrong, it’s just not worth taking the risk of being wrong.
Besides, Mr. Death will come and find you whenever he’s ready for you. If you show up on his doorstep early, he may send you to that waiting room downstairs near the furnace.