Man of Honour
Choking to death on a fishermans friend surrounded by family would be my choice.
I'd want to do that in private especially if the fisherman looked like Tefal
Choking to death on a fishermans friend surrounded by family would be my choice.
I'd want to do that in private especially if the fisherman looked like Tefal
My uncle died recently; he was 63 and had a funny turn at yoga class. He went to hospital and they said take it easy, and go home. Went to bed that night, dead by morning. He lived a colourful and happy life, was a funny and kind man, and left behind lots of very warm memories. Almost no period of suffering at all, but old enough to have achieved a lot.
I'd be happy if I ended my life the same way.
More importantly, why wouldn't you be?
The idea of non-existance is terrifying to anyone who is sane..
Yes, a handy population control method, in a less civilised era.
Why is it terrifying?
Be logical about it; you die, then either you believe in an afterlida and there is one so jolly good. Or there isn't an afterlife and you are dead and know nothing about it, and if you know nothing about it what's there to be worried about?
The fear of death and letting that be a controlling aspect of your life or even a factor in determining how you live your life is absurd. You fear what you don't know, what you don't and can't understand, sow why worry about it?
Live your life in the moment (the only reality there actually is and the only way you can actually live)and don't let a fear of death decide your actions. Counter to your point it is certifiably insane to worry about something you have no control over.
It's not just that, it's what people themselves want and need because they lack the mental robustness to be able to face up to their own mortality.
Religion was the ultimate comfort blanket, live a good life and you get a free pass to eternity. Sweet.
I've never been religious but you could argue that the passing of religion as a source of comfort for society as a whole has been a bad thing as people have instead fragmented looking for other crutches. Nationalism, Capitalism, this absurd obsession with celebrity, wealth and fame are all crutches for people who cannot mentally cope with their own mortality.
Read Neitzsche (or perhaps an analysis of his works as the writer himself is a pretty hateful (but insightful and wise) ball bag) it will help.
Terrifying is only something experienced by those alive, of course it isn't terrifying after death.. because you are dead.
The idea of none-existance after life is a scary one because its so alien.. Civilizations will rise and fall within an atto-second of your comprehenstion.. you literally don't exist anymore, nothing, nowhere, this.. if anything else in life doesn't make you feel a bit overwhelmed when thought about, then i don't know what would..
I am quite interested in the idea of mind-body dualism, and this may expain some form of afterlife if true.
Indeed it's not. I lost my Dad to kidney cancer and it was awful, heart-wrenching ... seeing a physically-fit man who at that point hadn't smoked for forty years, ate healthily, drank only in moderation, reduced to a shell I barely recognised and doped-up on morphine so heavily he didn't know what day it was, is not something I want to see again and not a fate I would wish on myself ... or anyone else for that matter.The way my dad went was heartbreaking, wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy... Cancer is not fun ladies and gentlemen.. and those who think it is a simple case of "closing your eyes" and ur done.. Nope.
Is there a man in the world who WOULDN'T choose this as his method of exit ?"In my own bed, with a belly full of wine and a maiden's mouth around my ****, at the age of eighty..."
It's more what happens after death. Most religions teach of a heaven and hell etc.
Yes, a handy population control method, in a less civilised era.
Oddly enough, I was laying in bed half-asleep on Saturday morning and the very same thought was going through my mind. I’m not religious and nor do I spend a lot of time thinking about my own mortality, but the whole concept of an individual’s soul/manifest starting anew in a different person popped into my head that morning for some reason.I'm not religious, but I do believe in manifest. I say 'manifest' instead of soul as an attempt to avoid religious debates. I just think that after you pop, your manifest, your being just goes somewhere else. It's still on the same planet i.e. the planet recycles itself and you just become a newborn on the same timeline without recollection of your previous life.
Death never comes it just awaits like tomorrow.
Tomorrow never comes but you know it will happen but then it will be today.
Death to me is an inevitable factor of life.
The disciple of a Sufi of Baghdad was sitting in the corner of an inn one day when he heard two figures talking. From what they said he realized that one of them was the Angel of Death.
‘I have several calls to make in this city during the next three weeks,’ the Angel was saying to his companion.
Terrified, the disciple concealed himself until the two had left. Then, applying his intelligence to the problem of how to cheat a possible call from death, he decided that if he kept away from Baghdad he should not be touched. From this reasoning it was but a short step to hiring the fastest horse available and spurring it night and day towards the distant town of Samarkand.
Meanwhile Death met the Sufi teacher and they talked about various people. 'And where is your disciple so-and-so?’ asked Death.
'He should be somewhere in this city, spending his time in contemplation, perhaps in a caravanserai,’ said the teacher.
'Surprising,’ said the Angel; 'because he is on my list. Yes, here it is: I have to collect him in four weeks’ time at Samarkand, of all places.’
I'm not religious but to quote the wonderful Thrice from a song of theirs called 'Jesus':
Amazing song.
Er, that’s a Brand New song.
I was dead before I was born, and I don't remember it being a bad experience.