I'm looking forward to the nothingness, the first 14billion years was nice enough. It's the time between everyday life and nothingness that worries me.

Unless the universe is truly infinite, then from the point of view of your continuity of consciousness, you will never die, because they will always be somewhere in infinity where you're exact current consciousness picks right up after you die without a blip.

It's not the death part that scares me. It's the transition between living and dead that's going to suck.

But then I had a really terrible November 2024 and am still suffering a high-suicidality psychotic break, so my opinion might be biased.

Cool bug Fact is

I remember what it was like, that's why I am afraid of it.

You know. This oddly actually makes me feel a bit better about this.

Nothingless void is as believable as afterlife. From scientific point of view neither make sense, it's like we're giving ourseleves some metaphysical distinctiveness from the rest of universe but are merely physical bodies inside of it according to our scientific knowledge. And according to that we precisely know what's after death: we rot in grave, and that's it. But that answer is not satisfying for us, because what we call our consciousness will stop existing at some point, and we try to find logical state of us, when there is no longer us. I don't really think it's possible to describe how's that like at all.

It’s just that I kinda like being conscious…

The After is not what we fear. It is the pain of the transition

I'm not

what i'm scared of is not getting to experience things, the fact that i missed out on history isn't much better but at least that was rather difficult to do anything about..

it's like finding an amazing book and thinking about when you'll have read it all, it just fucking sucks

apparently I literally tried to strangle myself on my umbilical cord in the womb but my take on that was that I knew what was coming.

Tbf nobody has ever experienced either because experience is exclusive to being alive and conscious

Because there is no coming back.

The key is to accept that the end of consciousness is a feature of existence, and not a bug.

We live and we die, but we don't start or stop existing. Everything that is us is still here. And in time, what was us becomes something new and different.

The miracle of life is a rare and magical opportunity for a bit of our grand panoply of matter to direct its own future. And, I believe, the horror of death is in that return to idleness and loss of control. We don't want to return to the sidelines, to be put back on the shelf. We don't want to become mere stuff again. We want to keep playing the game.

Because now I know what I'd be missing.

Times like that, we experience it in one direction only

Afraid? Hardly. More like

Let me go back to my eternal slumber

My current self wants to look at more cute bees and sniff more sunflowers. It doesn't matter if my future self wouldn't care (on account of not existing), my current self still really wants to do more of that.

Fact's

This is a very deep and true post for a shitpost. It’s basically when you go to sleep and don’t dream, but you don’t wake up. It’s just a black void of nothingness.