Life

What is life? What happens after death? What happens at birth? If your memories are erased, are you still you?

what are your thoughts/comments/questions/concerns?

Me,
[list] []Life: I believe life is here for you to do good things to others and live life to the fullest. []Death: I’d like to believe in reincarnation after death, so that’s my thought right now. []Birth: Your memories are all hazy, and they dissappear after you start to develop other knowledge, then they’re forgotten forever. []Memories: It’s hard to say, physicalism is that thought is all your synapses in your brain organized in a certain way, without previous thought, you can’t really think the same and are not as aware of yourself. I’d like to believe that you are still you, you just have no recollection of anything before and have to learn how to act. This one really troubles me. [/list]

Life is what you make it.
Death is what you believe it to be.

Life is what happens while your body does its bodily thing. After that, something might happen, but whatever it is it can’t affect anyone else. Birth isn’t really that important except that you suddenly discover new variety in the world, plus you’ve finally got a central nervous system worthy of the identifier so you can actually start to make sense of the variety.

Next one is a bit difficult. But since losing memories only really makes sense one way to me, I’ll deal with that. If you think about it as just amnesia, then you’re still you. You can’t recall anything that relates to you, but that doesn’t mean you don’t act based on what’s happened to you. Any other situation would be incomprehensible to me, but would probably result in not-you-ness.

Concerns? Hell, yes. How in the world can I account for consciousness? What in the world is it that’s observing my brain and putting the various neural firings together into something that makes sense? Is it a part of my brain? Is it a bunch of different parts of my brain? How do they get put together, then? I can only answer these questions through self-experimentation that I am naturally disinclined to attempt. I’d rest a lot easier if I weren’t aware of what I was doing. Then I could declare with no conditions or reservations that it’s all physical. What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind.

  1. You hint at the possibility of the soul without admitting to it, why?
  2. So amnesia is when you forget how to access memories, but you can still relate back to them to make decisions? That seems a bit odd and hints again at the possibilty of a soul that can make the connection before the mind is able to do the same. Doesn’t it scare you that without your memories, you wouldn’t be you?
  3. If it’s all physical, then there is no possibilty of life after death, becuase once the brain dies, you die. Scary thought.

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[]Life is hell.
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]Death? I dunno. I’d like to think you go to a heaven to escape this damn life, but since I don’t have any proof, I’m afraid that there’s nothing…
[]Birth is uh… Just a thing that happens. Memories come later. Until then, you’re pretty dumb.
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]Memories… Are just that. You are formed from your experiences, so when you lose them, you have nothing but what your genes tell you you are.
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Nonsense and lies.

  1. So amnesia is when you forget how to access memories, but you can still relate back to them to make decisions? That seems a bit odd and hints again at the possibilty of a soul that can make the connection before the mind is able to do the same. Doesn’t it scare you that without your memories, you wouldn’t be you?
    No, amnesia is when you forget everything that has to do with you, at least on a conscious level. All other memories remain. You can tell who the President is, but not who you are. Sometimes the memories return over time. I still see no reason to insert a soul anywhere into the clean though complex operation of the brain.
  2. If it’s all physical, then there is no possibilty of life after death, becuase once the brain dies, you die. Scary thought.
    Scary why? My only fear is what happens to your brain as it’s being slowly and perhaps unevenly deprived of oxygen. Or that there actually is an afterlife, à la The Final Question. Just because everything’s physical doesn’t mean you can’t be coppied to somewhere else.

Life is what you make it pip!

There’s a theory that whatever you learn you already knew, so you’re just remembering things.

Another thing about memory, do you store memories in language or as actual thoughts? If it’s stored in language, you don’t learn language until you’re older, so you have no memories before language.

I don’t have much to say about this, but I will say this about life, death, and birth:

No one really cares if they miss the first ten minutes of a movie. But if they miss the last ten minutes, there was no point in watching at all.

The meaning of life, and the meaning of death. Interesting question. A good way of answering it is by writing fiction that explains and outlook on life, or showing an example of purpose in it. It’s more interesting that way, has a story to tell, and makes one see things in different lights. The boring and stupid way is to write a nonfiction book that most people are going to selfishly have some sort of problem with anyway for not agreeing with their own personal conceits.

Life CAN’T be merely what I make it, because I’d first make it so that I could defy gravity and fly. It has to be more.

Ok how about, “Life is what you do with it”, Mr Neo Squall.

If that’s true, then why have I long had people love me or hate me without my even trying to really do anything in particular? Life is also what happens to you.

And btw, I might be back, but I haven’t changed become Neo anything. Neo’s an administrator in Hell.

Life: What is thrown in our path.
Death: When we’re no longer alive.
Birth: A painful act that us women have to go through because of men!! Points at all the males here
Memories: Are like pictures, taken during our lives.

Since it’s biologically impossible for any of them to have gone through it because of all of us, please choose one.