Post Life Syndrome

Girl of Hept

I suppose you’re right
Though it pains me to say it
Yet preacher
You are right for the wrong reasons
There is indeed
After life
Our energy at least moves on
In the same way as before death
If indeed
Your God created this world
Then it is his laws that show this
One cannot argue with the word of God
Matter is constant
Energy is constant
This universe
Is a closed loop system
So though you die
No consciousness or soul exists
Your matter and energy
Transform
Afterlife

U668857 -

A thought-provoking slant on the big theme...can't help thinking that transformatiion back to pure energy and matter is a comfortless reduction...I guess there's the genetic afterlife if you've fathered/mothered children (but again no survival of your consciousness as such). It's interesting to think that what may survive of us is that Larkinesque residual love...all those non-material abstractions of feelings and values and ideas shaping directly or indirectly those we've affected...memories, knowledge and behaviours of the living shaped by the dead.....Ah the joys of mortality!....Rgds., Alan.

Mercieca, Andrew -

he he, that's my whole point, we should all be comforted by the fact that there is no "point" to life apart from existance. Once we are dead, we cease to exist, now that's a great comfort I reckon. The abstract notions of love, ideals, religion etc, simply get in the way of being. Alas, they are inculcated vigorously, we a beaten reapeatedly with concepts that are actually anathama to our existance as mammals, for at the end of the day, that is all we are. Even my piffling words are just another example of how we strive to avoid being what we are - human. Though in my case, it's quite purposeful in its counter-constructive manner.

Mos.

Colleen Sperry -

very interesting concept.

Laura doom -

We are all made of stars - so dust to dust. Makes you wonder why anyone cares about themselves, anyone else or anything. Or perhaps this is pragmatically simplistic :>

U668857 -
Personally, when I contemplate the subject, I'm torn between :

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing."

and ...

"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies."...

Interestingly the British Humanist Association has recently started a campaign of "advertisments" on London buses. The ad slogan reads: "There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life."