I’m pleased by these results, less copers around than I believed.
Do you think Hitler, Stalin and other criminals of humanity will get away with what they have done ?
As a wizardcel i'm i want to reborn in a magical world as reward of this shitty life
Well they sure believed they would. Hitler killed himself, which was the ultimate act of defiance towards Christianity.
Heh, I'm the only one who voted for Option 3: "I believe in temporary torture, followed by Heaven".
It's not an exact description of what I think we might have reason to expect, but close enough. There also seems to be a dynamic of reincarnation and of "karma", but it should be avoidable and you are probably led into flawed thought patterns if you think of it like a metaphysical system of inescapable "punishment" and "reward". Punishment in the judgement of whom? Reward for what? If it exists it's probably more akin to something of a natural process, but the Demiurge wants us to believe in it like it was a matter of "divine power".
Well, I'm speculating wildly...
It's not an exact description of what I think we might have reason to expect, but close enough. There also seems to be a dynamic of reincarnation and of "karma", but it should be avoidable and you are probably led into flawed thought patterns if you think of it like a metaphysical system of inescapable "punishment" and "reward". Punishment in the judgement of whom? Reward for what? If it exists it's probably more akin to something of a natural process, but the Demiurge wants us to believe in it like it was a matter of "divine power".
Well, I'm speculating wildly...
i want to stuff faggots in a locker that say this
every time
I don't find that particular point much of a problem, tbh. The sea of consciousness should be vast enough to bud any number of discrete consciousnesses to inhabit a flesh uniform inside this material universe, even if it resorts to committing exclusively fresh ones.
Now, the idea of reincarnation isn't a particular favourite of mine as it is. I think it too easily opens up for telelogical thinking and new age woo among other things, and I have difficulty fitting it into a scientific, impartial and objective mindset in dealing with the eventuality of consciousness surving death. The only reason I reckon with it is due to empirical findings, such as for instance the research of Ian Stevenson or the James Linegar case, that appear exceptionally hard to get around.
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Unfortunately I believe at the heaven/hell but I hope it's fake, because in my case I'm not supposed to go in heaven
Why only reckon with two destinations?
The "m'lady" part made this biased.
I must believe that I will be reincarnated as a female because it is the only hope.
I don't know, it kinda made me laugh.
would propably be the feel like an narcosis,
you ever got surgery?, you get injections and then your unconcious and then wake up later
thats propably what death is like so its not bad at all
or same with sleeping and not remembering your dream, your unconscious and just wake up the next day
we experience death every day without even knowing it lol
you ever got surgery?, you get injections and then your unconcious and then wake up later
thats propably what death is like so its not bad at all
or same with sleeping and not remembering your dream, your unconscious and just wake up the next day
we experience death every day without even knowing it lol
don't know, it's what they said in all bigs religions
D
Either there is no afterlife, or this is the afterlife and we were all SS soldiers or something and now we’re in hell.
"I don't believe there is an afterlife. Your consciousness dies with your brain, m'lady."
Anthony Hopkins in tweed, keeps staring out the window, the tight cravatte and starched collar almost strangling him, stiff upper lip, not moving an inch. Lady Foyd throws him a quick agitated glance from under the brim of her enormous hat, then swivels around and dissappears into her chambers, by the quick tip tap, tip tap rustle of satin skirts.
Anthony reaches for his pocket watch. Almost half past five. Then returns to staring aimlessly out the window, eyes transfixed beyond the endless expanse of the Darthmouth Moors.
Sighs.
The End.
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You should write a novel.
Being dead is like being asleep, and I like sleep.
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