I should be a philosopher.
I mean, seriously. I love thinking about things that make no sense to me or to anyone else in the world, and I figure it's better to be a philosopher than a monk, so there you go. I just concluded a lengthy conversation with a good friend of mine during the course of which we became increasingly curious about various aspects of the universe such as the afterlife and infinity, neither of which we claim to understand. It doesn't make sense that life would just stop after death, but it also doesn't really make sense that it would go on. If you're unconscious of what's happening to you after you're dead, then is it really happening? And if the universe goes on forever, then where does it end, because nothing goes on forever, especially not anything that has to do with life.
I want to take death for a test run. Of course, before I expand upon that I should say that I have absolutely no desire to die and that I'm quite happy in my life. No slashed wrists on this end. It's more of a case of wanting to know my options before I die so I can make some sort of informed decision. Maybe I'm going about this all wrong. Maybe I'm thinking about this in way too Catholic a way. Maybe it's a lot less rigid than that; maybe it's just...I don't know--there.
Maybe I just talk to myself too much.
But it's something I can't help thinking about--it fascinates me like nothing with a definite answer ever can, really. Huh.
I mean, seriously. I love thinking about things that make no sense to me or to anyone else in the world, and I figure it's better to be a philosopher than a monk, so there you go. I just concluded a lengthy conversation with a good friend of mine during the course of which we became increasingly curious about various aspects of the universe such as the afterlife and infinity, neither of which we claim to understand. It doesn't make sense that life would just stop after death, but it also doesn't really make sense that it would go on. If you're unconscious of what's happening to you after you're dead, then is it really happening? And if the universe goes on forever, then where does it end, because nothing goes on forever, especially not anything that has to do with life.
I want to take death for a test run. Of course, before I expand upon that I should say that I have absolutely no desire to die and that I'm quite happy in my life. No slashed wrists on this end. It's more of a case of wanting to know my options before I die so I can make some sort of informed decision. Maybe I'm going about this all wrong. Maybe I'm thinking about this in way too Catholic a way. Maybe it's a lot less rigid than that; maybe it's just...I don't know--there.
Maybe I just talk to myself too much.
But it's something I can't help thinking about--it fascinates me like nothing with a definite answer ever can, really. Huh.