And then she died and we're still here; dealing with a bunch of assholes not caring about what happens to the world after they die.
And then she died and we're still here; dealing with a bunch of assholes not caring about what happens to the world after they die.
Oh I don't believe in a personal soul or a static, essentialized "self." I just think it's strange that we can experience anything when the organ responsible for recording our experiences will inevitably decay. Everything we experience is essentially a memory after all. It's like if you made a home movie, but then showed no one, burned the tape, scattered the ashes across three states and drank yourself into forgetting you ever made it. Sure, if you had an ominscient viewpoint you can say the movie technically existed, but can you say the same from your own perspective that no longer remembers ever making it?
depends on whether or not we are saying there is an objective reality. If there is, then the film did exist. If there is not, then the film does not exist, as it did not significantly change any observer's experience and left no record. I believe in a soul which will arrive in an afterlife, but an also sometimes alarmed at the prospect the library of my knowledge and experiences will disappear, and, if my faith is wrong, there is no other form of it except what I impart to others. I hope to do things which will be remembered for many generations, but know this too will eventually erode into oblivion. I think of my life as a good meal, which is just as good if one person eats it as it is when eaten by a great party.