Post by patsbox7 on Apr 13, 2016 5:01:42 GMT -6
Obviously my dogs provide major relief and joy.
Don't get me wrong, my kids are my everything, but my dogs whole universe revolves around my wife and I.
If they could speak, they would make it very clear my wife and I are their everything, and they don't have to say a word. They express their overwhelming love for us with a simple gaze, a wagging tail, and curling up trying desperately to become one when it's bed or nap time.
It is unconditional love if they are nurtured, and not abused, and unlike children, will always depend on us for everything.
If an all loving God exists, certainly dogs provide a glimpse of the pure exotic magnetism that no human should go without we call love.
Personally, I think, it's the way we should all view each other. Yet avoid for the most part. As humans have decided to reserve such intimacy for only close family and friends.
Did something go wrong? I think horribly. If I have to force myself to even view a stranger with 1/100th of the care I have for my own family, let alone pets, we had to have taken a very wrong turn as a whole.
Hopefully the light will prevail as the night sky sure does paint a bleak picture of how insignificant we may be, as each star is less than a grain of sand on earth in the grand scheme of things.
My internal struggle of our place in the universe does offer the possibility that although we may be nothing to the incomprehensibly large observable universe, just maybe consciousness in fact was the purpose here. As the question of whether a tree falls with no observer to hear it, does it make a sound? Well would this universe even exist without an observer? Quantum physics proves that our strange reality does in fact change when observed, which gives me slight hope that maybe we are destined to live on as pure consciousness and the void of dreamless sleep is nothing but an illusion to create doubt that it's lights out and nothing more.
During my encounter, I asked about that. The concept that was injected emphasized that here we revolve around our perceived reality and the void, when this chapter is over the void is revealed to be the infinity that the waiting room religions call heaven uses to create a lucid reality that is whatever you want.
After we get bored in the so called ultimate reality, it's on to another classroom to evolve and advance ourselves.
It's a nice thought, but I struggle with the conflicts and possibility that this may in fact simply be a meaningless infinity.
Lights out, game over, and the universe forgets you as quickly as the ant you didn't even notice you ran over parking tonight.
No clue where all that came from, but it sure is hard being a thinker sometimes. One of my college professors claimed that facing mortality was in his opinion vital to living a meaningful life.
I couldn't disagree more as it causes me to circle endlessly, desperately trying to get any kind of comfort only to find confusion and deep frustration that I will continue to end up where I stared at with a shred of hope mixed with a side of doubt and emotions I can hardly endure.
All of this, our loved ones, music, favorite influential people, music, art, scientific achievements will return to dust in the end. That is fact. What if that was just that? A flash of awareness in a void of nothingness.
Very possible, and my biggest fear.
My question to anyone who cares to dive in, is what are your views on mortality?
If you have come to a conclusion of some sort, are you so sure that you can honestly claim to be fearless of death?
For any athiests that may be lurking, and care to speak up, so you simply ignore your fate, are you afraid, or does it motivate you to make the best of this nano second of time we have relative to the time that has already passed?
Believers, are you truly convinced? Or are you honestly just hopefully optimistic.
Most importantly, has anyone here conqured the fear of death to the point where you would bet everything that a half loaded revolver, spun, and trigger pulled your heart rate, anxiety and flight instinct would not measurably change?
No need to answer these very personal and hypothetical questions. I don't want to start a religious and if philosophical debate here.
Please feel free to add your thoughts, as I know I'm not the only one who dives in the deep end where few dare to venture on this type of forum.
For the most part, I simply distract myself with the positive as best as I can. However, with recent events, I have decided to take another look, and I wish I could say I found something concrete, but have not as I need proof of evidence. I envy faith driven people, and maybe you don't need proof, but I do.
So, for me personally, it's a violent spiral that I compare to revolving around a rotating accretion disk, and see everyone reacting one way or another whether they are open or closed about it.
Until gravity takes its course on me, and I pass into the event horizon of death, all I see is nothingness. My imagination and occasional influences are nothing but an illusion until I cross that threashold. My hopes are all the light that we have been deprived of, along with all familiar and higher consciousness is awaiting as well, but alas, it's pitch black covered by a veil that confronts me personally with a very real possibility of pure and simple nothingness.
Don't get me wrong, my kids are my everything, but my dogs whole universe revolves around my wife and I.
If they could speak, they would make it very clear my wife and I are their everything, and they don't have to say a word. They express their overwhelming love for us with a simple gaze, a wagging tail, and curling up trying desperately to become one when it's bed or nap time.
It is unconditional love if they are nurtured, and not abused, and unlike children, will always depend on us for everything.
If an all loving God exists, certainly dogs provide a glimpse of the pure exotic magnetism that no human should go without we call love.
Personally, I think, it's the way we should all view each other. Yet avoid for the most part. As humans have decided to reserve such intimacy for only close family and friends.
Did something go wrong? I think horribly. If I have to force myself to even view a stranger with 1/100th of the care I have for my own family, let alone pets, we had to have taken a very wrong turn as a whole.
Hopefully the light will prevail as the night sky sure does paint a bleak picture of how insignificant we may be, as each star is less than a grain of sand on earth in the grand scheme of things.
My internal struggle of our place in the universe does offer the possibility that although we may be nothing to the incomprehensibly large observable universe, just maybe consciousness in fact was the purpose here. As the question of whether a tree falls with no observer to hear it, does it make a sound? Well would this universe even exist without an observer? Quantum physics proves that our strange reality does in fact change when observed, which gives me slight hope that maybe we are destined to live on as pure consciousness and the void of dreamless sleep is nothing but an illusion to create doubt that it's lights out and nothing more.
During my encounter, I asked about that. The concept that was injected emphasized that here we revolve around our perceived reality and the void, when this chapter is over the void is revealed to be the infinity that the waiting room religions call heaven uses to create a lucid reality that is whatever you want.
After we get bored in the so called ultimate reality, it's on to another classroom to evolve and advance ourselves.
It's a nice thought, but I struggle with the conflicts and possibility that this may in fact simply be a meaningless infinity.
Lights out, game over, and the universe forgets you as quickly as the ant you didn't even notice you ran over parking tonight.
No clue where all that came from, but it sure is hard being a thinker sometimes. One of my college professors claimed that facing mortality was in his opinion vital to living a meaningful life.
I couldn't disagree more as it causes me to circle endlessly, desperately trying to get any kind of comfort only to find confusion and deep frustration that I will continue to end up where I stared at with a shred of hope mixed with a side of doubt and emotions I can hardly endure.
All of this, our loved ones, music, favorite influential people, music, art, scientific achievements will return to dust in the end. That is fact. What if that was just that? A flash of awareness in a void of nothingness.
Very possible, and my biggest fear.
My question to anyone who cares to dive in, is what are your views on mortality?
If you have come to a conclusion of some sort, are you so sure that you can honestly claim to be fearless of death?
For any athiests that may be lurking, and care to speak up, so you simply ignore your fate, are you afraid, or does it motivate you to make the best of this nano second of time we have relative to the time that has already passed?
Believers, are you truly convinced? Or are you honestly just hopefully optimistic.
Most importantly, has anyone here conqured the fear of death to the point where you would bet everything that a half loaded revolver, spun, and trigger pulled your heart rate, anxiety and flight instinct would not measurably change?
No need to answer these very personal and hypothetical questions. I don't want to start a religious and if philosophical debate here.
Please feel free to add your thoughts, as I know I'm not the only one who dives in the deep end where few dare to venture on this type of forum.
For the most part, I simply distract myself with the positive as best as I can. However, with recent events, I have decided to take another look, and I wish I could say I found something concrete, but have not as I need proof of evidence. I envy faith driven people, and maybe you don't need proof, but I do.
So, for me personally, it's a violent spiral that I compare to revolving around a rotating accretion disk, and see everyone reacting one way or another whether they are open or closed about it.
Until gravity takes its course on me, and I pass into the event horizon of death, all I see is nothingness. My imagination and occasional influences are nothing but an illusion until I cross that threashold. My hopes are all the light that we have been deprived of, along with all familiar and higher consciousness is awaiting as well, but alas, it's pitch black covered by a veil that confronts me personally with a very real possibility of pure and simple nothingness.