Does death give life meaning?
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Does death give life meaning?
I heard this several times... And I was wondering what you thought... What life be meaningless without death?
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Everything we do is done in the shadow of death. Consciously or not, everything is done with it in mind. Recklessness is in the face of death, and patience is in defiance of it. We would be entirely different, as individuals and as a species, without death looming over us.
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Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest -Paul Simon
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No; life gives death meaning.
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
a fate I don't deserve.
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Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
a fate I don't deserve.
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Very well said.Fist and Faith wrote:Everything we do is done in the shadow of death. Consciously or not, everything is done with it in mind. Recklessness is in the face of death, and patience is in defiance of it. We would be entirely different, as individuals and as a species, without death looming over us.
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heh Thanks folks. Wolverine said it, though I don't have the exact quote in front of me. 
Impossible to deny, eh?
And danlo, who would you prefer? Ah, if only Zindell had anything to say about the meaning of life!
Impossible to deny, eh?And danlo, who would you prefer? Ah, if only Zindell had anything to say about the meaning of life!
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest -Paul Simon
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest -Paul Simon
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Yeah, he might say that. Or - he might say something like this,
The secret of life is life: It goes on and on, and that's all there is.
Or this,
There was no secret; there was only the crushing bondage of being, and finally when it was time to be no more, nothingness.
Or even this,
-Oh, ho, listen, Man, and we'll tell you everything! Do you hear the waves whispering the secret? We know you know, Man. The secret of life is just sheer joy, and joy is everywhere. Joy is what we were made for. It is in the rush of the nighttime surf and in the beach rocks and in the salt and the air and in the water we breathe and deep, deep within the blood. And the sifting ocean sands and the wriggling silverfish and the hooded greens of the shallows and the purple deeps and in the oyster's crusty shell and the pink reefs and even in the muck of the ocean's floor, joy, joy, joy!
-No, life is pain, I know. There's a poem; I remember some of it: "We're born in our mother's pain and perish in our own."
And what would Rorschach say? (The comic character, not the rl person)
Stood in firelight, sweltering. Blood stain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion, bear children, hellbound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach.
The secret of life is life: It goes on and on, and that's all there is.
Or this,
There was no secret; there was only the crushing bondage of being, and finally when it was time to be no more, nothingness.
Or even this,
-Oh, ho, listen, Man, and we'll tell you everything! Do you hear the waves whispering the secret? We know you know, Man. The secret of life is just sheer joy, and joy is everywhere. Joy is what we were made for. It is in the rush of the nighttime surf and in the beach rocks and in the salt and the air and in the water we breathe and deep, deep within the blood. And the sifting ocean sands and the wriggling silverfish and the hooded greens of the shallows and the purple deeps and in the oyster's crusty shell and the pink reefs and even in the muck of the ocean's floor, joy, joy, joy!
-No, life is pain, I know. There's a poem; I remember some of it: "We're born in our mother's pain and perish in our own."
And what would Rorschach say? (The comic character, not the rl person)
Stood in firelight, sweltering. Blood stain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion, bear children, hellbound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach.
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest -Paul Simon
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest -Paul Simon
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I think whatever exactly happens to us after death would say a lot about the nature of the universe. If we die and nothing happens after we die and we just decompose and there's no afterlife, then perhaps that means the universe was not a premeditated creation but simply it just "happened".
I mean, if we die and nothing happens, then why would some Godlike being have created a scenario like that in the first place? To be an A-hole? Why would he feed us a few drops of awareness, and then cut off the supply at death? It's like taking an abandoned baby bird, feeding it from one of those droppers, and then just abruptly stopping and walking away to let it die.
I mean, if we die and nothing happens, then why would some Godlike being have created a scenario like that in the first place? To be an A-hole? Why would he feed us a few drops of awareness, and then cut off the supply at death? It's like taking an abandoned baby bird, feeding it from one of those droppers, and then just abruptly stopping and walking away to let it die.
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Only partially relevant, but...
Gene Wolfe wrote: A man's life is indeed short, ending in death. If it were long, his days would be of small value. If there were no death, of none. Let him fill each day with honor and joy. Let him not condemn himself or another, for he does not know the laws of his existence or theirs. If he sleeps in death, let him sleep. If while sleeping he should meet a god, he must let the god decide how well or ill he lived.
The god he meets must rule upon a man's life, never the man himself
"It is not the literal past that rules us, save, possibly, in a biological sense. It is images of the past. Each new historical era mirrors itself in the picture and active mythology of its past or of a past borrowed from other cultures. It tests its sense of identity, of regress or new achievement against that past.”
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I wouldn't put too much stock in what Eddie's father said - he got so frustrated at not having an wife that he turned green and started smashing things.
Foul - What if humans aren't God's children? Then our deaths wouldn't be any more significant than the death of a bug. What if God's children are the dolphins, and their level of sentience and consciousness is much higher than we could ever imagine? We would be to them like the dinosaurs were to us - just another evolutionary roadblock to them returing to their Garden of Eden (dry land). Watch out for that next comet! Ancient man could have disovered some lost dolphin text, and thought that when it said God made man in his (ahem - or her <grin>) image, it was talking about *them*. Maybe God is really a big fish with legs. (blasphemy not intended - just whimsical supposition - this IS a fantasy site, after all)
Foul - What if humans aren't God's children? Then our deaths wouldn't be any more significant than the death of a bug. What if God's children are the dolphins, and their level of sentience and consciousness is much higher than we could ever imagine? We would be to them like the dinosaurs were to us - just another evolutionary roadblock to them returing to their Garden of Eden (dry land). Watch out for that next comet!
Ancient man could have disovered some lost dolphin text, and thought that when it said God made man in his (ahem - or her <grin>) image, it was talking about *them*. Maybe God is really a big fish with legs. (blasphemy not intended - just whimsical supposition - this IS a fantasy site, after all)