The last time I remember being afraid of death was as a kid I tried thinking it through and just came up totally blank, so whenever I’d start to think about death, I’d just switch over to thinking about something else.
Since then, I’ve been down the rabbit hole more than enough times that it’s mostly just muddled. I collect enough parts of me to do whatever needs doing at the time and turn them loose otherwise.
I think on the deeper level, that we all are just one entity/organism, but that doesn’t make it all hugs and kisses. Like two magnets, we smack together one way and totally push apart the other. Look at politics; What would one side be, without the other? People think friction and tension are bad, but that’s what makes reality real. The stuff we bump into.
Materialism is another form of idealism, that there is some singular state, but it’s more that tension and balance of opposites. Galaxies are energy radiating out, while mass coalesces in. It’s a big convection cycle.
As I said before, we are the digestive, respiratory and circulatory systems processing the energy driving us on, while the central nervous system sorts through the information precipitating out.
Think of two billiard balls hitting; It creates an event, which quickly recedes into the past, as the balls go onto other events. Our brain and consciousness are like the balls, constantly going onto the future, while our minds and thoughts are those events, streaming away into the past.
Like a factory. The product goes start to finish, while the production line goes the other way, consuming material and expelling product. Life as well, as the individual goes birth to death, while the species goes onto the next generation, shedding the old.
The process goes past to future, while the patterns go future to past.
So it’s our thoughts and individual lives that stream towards the past, while that underlaying beingness goes onto the future.
Consider the premise of God, as some all-knowing absolute, but absolute is essence, not ideal. The new born, not the wise old man. Consciousness seeking knowledge, not any particular form of it. The light shining through the film, than the images on it.
I’ve developed the obnoxious habit of giggling when people start getting all morose about death. I don’t try to, it just bubbles up.
