fsscott
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I'm just gonna warn you that if I offend anyone, I'm sorry, I have nothing against anyone.
Tonight I just found out that my friends parents passed away in a car accident. Both of them.
She's in university, and I feel for her like no one else.
I have been putting off making a thread about my thought's on this topic for I've never had the time to rant, or felt the need to, but this has set me off and I need an output.
Have you ever gone to sleep, and woken up, and thought deeply about what you do in those 7 or 8 hours you sleep a night? Have you ever tried to think about why you can't remember anything? Have you ever thought about where you go after death, and questioned every answer to death. I have, or at least for my age I've done my fair share.
I've come to the conclusion that death is nothing more than a dreamless sleep. What some would call darkness, or white. It is something that I call a nothingness that the mind cannot imagine. Because there has to be something there, a color, a shade, something so simple that it would have to be there.
I believed in God and a Heaven for a while, until I asked the question to myself, if God is real, then why would he pick this one planet in this universe to be the over seer of? Which the trillions of galaxies and trillions and trillions of planets, why this one?
This didn't make sense to me, I've known how the Church has been wrong about the Earth not being the center of the Universe, and how they've done things hypocritical to they're own commandments and such, but do not take this part in anger, for it is just my younger mind thinking about all that is knows.
I began thinking about why this book was so special. Why it was still looked at when any evidence of any supernatural happening was long long gone. I am not saying that a Jesus didn't exist, I'm just questioning whether or not what happened was fact or fiction.
What I've come to the conclusion is that Jesus was someone who foresaw what death was, and knew that if people were to come upon this as fact they would be obsessed with it and wouldn't be able to continue with life as easily as they were able to before, so he wrote a book. He wrote a book with rules to live your life, as so you could get the most out of it as possible, all the while not harming anybody elses lives. He gave in depth examples to each of these, stories for us to relate to, so we would not question what was being asked. He gave reasoning that pointed to one part or the other, in a sense creating a errorless program to be run through the human brain.
My first sense of death was a heaven. My next was that you would be able to travel the universe and watch it grow as eternity had it's toll on the universe. Then I came to the conclusion that this was neither sensible nor did it house any proof to it. The brain is merely made up of matter, in which a mind or sense of self would be composed through the happenings of a lifetime. So the only true explanation would have to be one that we could relate to or actually experience for it to be true. So I stopped at a dreamless sleep as truth and as death.
Again I am sorry if I have offended anyone in any way shape or form, these are just my ideas and are free to be criticized by you if you please, I am open to any ideas as I love the thought of heaven, it is a facinating and appeasing one, don't get me wrong!
Thanks for your time NS.
I'm just gonna warn you that if I offend anyone, I'm sorry, I have nothing against anyone.
Tonight I just found out that my friends parents passed away in a car accident. Both of them.
She's in university, and I feel for her like no one else.
I have been putting off making a thread about my thought's on this topic for I've never had the time to rant, or felt the need to, but this has set me off and I need an output.
Have you ever gone to sleep, and woken up, and thought deeply about what you do in those 7 or 8 hours you sleep a night? Have you ever tried to think about why you can't remember anything? Have you ever thought about where you go after death, and questioned every answer to death. I have, or at least for my age I've done my fair share.
I've come to the conclusion that death is nothing more than a dreamless sleep. What some would call darkness, or white. It is something that I call a nothingness that the mind cannot imagine. Because there has to be something there, a color, a shade, something so simple that it would have to be there.
I believed in God and a Heaven for a while, until I asked the question to myself, if God is real, then why would he pick this one planet in this universe to be the over seer of? Which the trillions of galaxies and trillions and trillions of planets, why this one?
This didn't make sense to me, I've known how the Church has been wrong about the Earth not being the center of the Universe, and how they've done things hypocritical to they're own commandments and such, but do not take this part in anger, for it is just my younger mind thinking about all that is knows.
I began thinking about why this book was so special. Why it was still looked at when any evidence of any supernatural happening was long long gone. I am not saying that a Jesus didn't exist, I'm just questioning whether or not what happened was fact or fiction.
What I've come to the conclusion is that Jesus was someone who foresaw what death was, and knew that if people were to come upon this as fact they would be obsessed with it and wouldn't be able to continue with life as easily as they were able to before, so he wrote a book. He wrote a book with rules to live your life, as so you could get the most out of it as possible, all the while not harming anybody elses lives. He gave in depth examples to each of these, stories for us to relate to, so we would not question what was being asked. He gave reasoning that pointed to one part or the other, in a sense creating a errorless program to be run through the human brain.
My first sense of death was a heaven. My next was that you would be able to travel the universe and watch it grow as eternity had it's toll on the universe. Then I came to the conclusion that this was neither sensible nor did it house any proof to it. The brain is merely made up of matter, in which a mind or sense of self would be composed through the happenings of a lifetime. So the only true explanation would have to be one that we could relate to or actually experience for it to be true. So I stopped at a dreamless sleep as truth and as death.
Again I am sorry if I have offended anyone in any way shape or form, these are just my ideas and are free to be criticized by you if you please, I am open to any ideas as I love the thought of heaven, it is a facinating and appeasing one, don't get me wrong!
Thanks for your time NS.
