Answering the big question

reply to post by Bluebelle


Hi Bluebelle, thanks for the detailed reply, but now I feel guilty because, the "i don't think we will ever know" was all I really wanted to hear.

I don't really think I am going to get an answer to this question, so to quote Seasick Steve;

"I started out with nothing, and i've still got most off it left"

Well I think its an interesting subject, so an essay was inevitable Im afraid

reply to post by dan steely


Dude, I don't want to be annoying or anything.
But I gave out a few answers in the thread, or at least a couple of new ideas.
You should pay attention to that which was not expected.
Instead of waiting for someone to agree with your old ideas and confirm your expectations.

I'm just trying to help here.
Never say never!

as republican said. Electrical activity in the body ceases. Any thought becomes impossible to transmit over the neurons in the brain and then our material bodies decompose to nourish the earth. As to what happens to our minds (brain and mind are separate for this discussion) that is something that cannot be answered by modern science. Considering science can't even explain the origins of conscious thought in the first place. Science can only explain what happens when thought is taking place, not where it comes from. We are very far away from an established and measurable method of knowing what occurs during death in regards to the afterlife.

reply to post by Geladinhu


On the contrary, I have read all the posts and have taken on board everything that has been discussed.

I am not waiting for anyone to agree with my own ideas, because quite simply on this subject, I don't know what they are.

You have a valid point when using conjecture as an interim for a state of mind that perceives reality in a different way, but once again this is a means and not an end, so if it cannot be established, its just a point of view on life after death but not an answer to my question. sometimes the answer can be so simple, we just don't see it, but I wish I could, back to my old mate Seasick Steve:

Interviewer: "Why do they call you Seasick Steve"
Seasick Steve: "Cause I get seasick"

reply to post by Mr. Toodles


Although I hate this phrase, I was trying to think outside the box and find the truth on a different level, lets say hypothetically we stumbled on a technology that fulfill this directive.

reply to post by dan steely


I believe the technology could eventually come to fruition. But it would first have to be able to measure electromagnetic radiation far beyond our current capabilities. For instance, telepathy has been tested time and again and most of the science community would agree that it is entirely possible. Axis powers worldwide have spent a pretty hefty amount of money into the research of such abilities for the past 100 years. The evidence of something beyond the body is there, but the means to capture or measure it are not. That is the first tech that needs to come out.

reply to post by Mr. Toodles


Thank you, just wish we had a rough time frame.

Erm... scientific atheists answering questions about death? What? This is philosophy.

Allow me...

-Shakespeare
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.