What is Death?

There is so much that we have yet to understand about the way the universe works, and especially about ourselves - there's still a great deal we don't know about how the brain functions and how our consciousness works. We have come so far in our understanding of science and technology in just the past 100 years that it's incredible to think what the next century might bring.

One thing that stands out for me, however, is that the universe fits together in a quite ordered pattern; it's far too ordered to have developed randomly. I believe that there is something for us after death - a life on another plane of existence, in some form that we cannot yet begin to comprehend.

Shitty threads are death.

The point whereupon the chemical reactions of life irreversibly stop.

How do you know?

We either have souls that go on to be judged at the end of time or we wink out like a light bulb to shine no more forever.

Close.

But it's actually more like a complete and everlasting absence of any kind of consciousness.

I've never run into a zombie.

And all the so-called zombies who've presented themselves have always turned out to have merely been hapless victims of voodoo potions, and American Idol viewers.

But what if it's like that episode of The Twilight Zone where your brain actually goes on living and you feel everything?

Although...I'm willing to entertain the notion there's something spooky going on with Flavor Of Love viewers.

Brainwaves in the Terri Schiavo range, can't be much of a soul there....hmmm...

I'll have a blank journal and some pens but in my coffin, y'all'll be the first to know.

A rest home is death for the human spirit.

That won't work, you can't still control your body or we would have zombies, just like you said before. It will just be you, alone with your thoughts, for all eternity.

I'll think of something.

No, no, bring your laptop.

You should have some sort of wifi card and processor fused with your brain now, just in case.

We'll all find out eventually.

Naw, some of us are too fuckin cool to die.

In that case, I wish to be cremated.

Sounds painful.

Only for a few minutes. Ash doesn't feel anything. I hope. Or I'm totally boned.

Well, if we douse you in the blood of the one who killed you, you'll reconstitute like instant mashed potatoes.

Worked in the Christopher Lee Draculas.

"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."
--Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

I actually see the universe as full of chaos and randomness. Order seems to arise almost as a trick, like the universe pulling a rabbit out of its hat. And we accept it everyday without almost any comment.

Look at hurricanes, how many variables have to come together just right for such a complex system to form. Perhaps the earth was really formed for the benefit of hurricanes rather than man.

Design is an illusion of a brain that evolved in the first place.

That's because we're pattern seekers. It's an extremely useful evolutionary trait but tends to sabotage us when we run into randomness.

A topic where everyone's an expert despite having nothing to go on besides belief.

Are you so sure? There's nothing in between?

Experience has taught me that neither extreme is absolute. There is some form of existence after physical death. What that may be is hard to determine, but it's there all the same.

It's not very puzzling at all, unless you're determined to add some spurious mysticism to it.