There I was... in the line like everybody else. Living my life while walking down the line. Everynow and then I'd make a detour somewhere to someplace, but I'd always return to my place in the line. Before you know it, I'd come to the end of the long long line. In front of me was a huge furnace. It didn't look particularly menacing though, but
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does that reflect how you really feel about death? that totally makes me thing about the substance dualism stuff we're talking about in my philosophy class: on the basis that the mind(soul) can exist after the body dies, what type of experiences does it have?
is a silent scream still a scream?
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Yes, currently that is how I feel about death. Its not so much as fearing death as it is fearing whats after it. Death is inevitable after all. I really used to fear the afterdeath/life, but right now, its kinda like accepting fate or just accepting it (whatever it is). Perhaps the soul does exist after death, its just that diff religions have diff views of where the soul goes/what happens to the soul.
I personally believe that we'll either go to heaven or hell, but it seems that I just can't care no more, life is short, if I can go to heaven but compromise my happiness here on earth... its very painful for me... :P
i talk too much... lol
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