Originally posted by black beetle
edit: "What happens to you after you die?"
Well, where you 've been before you were born?
Hi dear Scriabin, very sorry to read at a thread over here that you lost your son; recently my father died, but I 've lost at least 10 great friends due to various traffic accidents (used to be motorcycle testman once upon a time, these friends were killed wh
Death is always devastating, impossible to cope with it although I know a liitle about it
well, my point in asking was to be able to say that the question posed for this thread is a waste of time for those who have not had to cope with the loss of someone very close and very dear to them.
There is, of course, the tremendous emotional shock and long lasting damage they call the grieving process.
But I've learned something important in my 60 years about the end of life.
When my father died, he made his views clear to me about his experience and what he expected. First, he told me not to spend any significant amount of money on his funeral "because I won't be there and it won't matter to me." He was a scientist and thought what he was and who he was entirely existed as an electrical field contained in the colloidial tissues of his brain. Once that brain ceased and the field and his consciousness was permanently terminated, he believed nothing of himself would remain -- he simply would cease to exist. That's a very tough point of view to take and even tougher to reconcile to. Yet he wasn't the least bit afraid, just disappointed at missing out on more years playing with his grandchildren and watching baseball, among other pursuits. You might say he was rather matter of fact about dying.
But I learned that he did not, in a very real sense as far as I'm concerned, cease to exist. He is here with me now. I hear his voice all the time. I know what he thinks. He comes to me in dreams now and then and we sit as we used to in the summer outside and talk things over. I am guided to a great extent by my father every day.
I will not address the issue of my son here -- but I will say that it is much the same. He is with me and always shall be.
That is all to which I can attest of my own knowledge and experience. I leave it to others to interpret that as they may.
What happens to you after you die? You take up residence in the hearts and minds of those you loved and who loved you. If there is anything more than that, I cannot say. And as Wittgenstein once said, that of which we cannot know we should not speak. Why? because to do so is a waste of breath and time.