Does it really matter?

Too many people focus on what comes "afterward" to do anything now. It doesn't matter if there is a heaven or hell or absolutely nothing. Since we have no way of knowing till we get there, to waste precious life in the pursuit of understanding death is of no value what so ever. We should not "embrace" it because if there truly is nothing and we rush head long to our graves we have wasted our lives, nor should we fear it anymore than we should be afraid of the possibility that a metorite could come screaming out of the sky and break our toe.

To claim that one state of existance is only "illusion" is short sighted. Sure, it could all be an illusion and when we shuffle off this mortal coil a big red sign pops ip reading "Continue? Please insert 25 cents", but it is the only illusion we know. And if its an illusion why does it hurt when I cut myself shaving, or eat too fast? Why do I seem to get sick, feel tired or any of the symptoms of organism? Unless we find a way to actually hack the physical laws, whether or not they "exist" is irrelevant. We're still bound to them.

Death is not a goal, a destination, or a door to another realm. Death is the end of the individual organism, plain and simple. How you to extrapolate things from there is entirely up to your biases.

When we die, we die. Fuck everything else. Instead, during this short little interim we call life, we should be exploring everything we can, aquiring knowledge, experimenting with mind and body. Play with life like you did with Lego's as a kid.

Who really cares what the end result is? Its the progression thats interesting. Why sweat the inevitable?

I mean no disrespect, but good portion of humanity has spent a lot of time contemplating something that we really can have no clue about. Even the stories of near-death experiences fail to persuade; brains starved of oxygen are likely to exhibit similar symptoms.

The one rather hopelessly irrational comfort I take is in the knowledge that so many have gone this way before. But of course they didn't live to tell about it. So we don't know if it ended up being a horrendous experience or something which in the knowledge that we will all die someday, we fervently wish for.

I know exactly what is going to happen to me when I die. First, the hospital will harvest every freaking possible thing they can. Then they will burn what is left with the rest of the medical debris of the day, delivering some portion of it to my children. My children will dig up a corner of the backyard, use the ashes as fertilizer and plant the biggest damned dandelion bed you have ever seen. Not only will they have lovely dandelions to look at to remember me, the seeds from those dandelions will spread far and wide, marring the vile monocultures called "lawns" and annoying the hell out of people long after I have ceased to be able to do so personally. BWHAHAHAH