Holy monkey feces flinging, it's June already. Why won't time ever pass in a measured, stately pace? Why do I keep jumping ahead, then falling behind? Damn erractic temporal expansion, it's not fair, I say. Not fair at all.

I don't understand why people fear death. It makes no sense to me. I suppose it's related to the fear of the unknown, but I've always thought that was rather stupid, too, cause, really, the fear of the unknown pretty much stems directly from the fact that the unknown always seems the most likely thing to kill you, meaning fear of the unknown results from fear of death. And we already mentioned where fear of death probably results from.

I mean, what's so bad about death anyway? Let's look at our options here. A. You cease to exist. Oh, well, now there's something to fear. I mean, seriously, that's just horribly frightening. Never having to thik again, or feel again, never having to worry about anything. Sure, you might miss all the fun you had, but wait, no you won't, cause there won't be enough of you to miss anything. It's the ultimate, final nap, and how many people out there are scared to take naps?

B. You go to some holy reward. Well now isn't this a good thing? With the happiness, and the beauty and whatever. I mean, come on, don't tell me you're scared of finally being happy. That only makes sense if you're scared of being happy while alive, and while that is a well known condition, it isn't really all that common. So for the first two options, death is something to look forward to, not to fear.

C. You go to some eternal torment. Now don't get me wrong, but, ummmm, how is that different from being alive, cause uh, heh, heh...yeah. Exactly. At the very least you have a chance for a completely different type of pain and suffering (discard or land destruction, either one is worth it). And, if nothing else, you go there with the surety that it's eternal torment, which is at least a comforting thought, cause whether you believe it or not, the thing that really makes suffering so unbearable is the hope that it might possibly ever end. When you have no hope, you begin to find yourself caring less and less what happens, and it's hard to make a true apathist suffer. There's just nothing that really hurts them, not so's they'd notice, anyway.

D. Reincarnated into a new form. Well, see, now there's nothing to worry about. I mean, so you die. You'll be alive again in no time flat. So why worry? Oh, sure, so you come back as an insect, or a llama or something. This is not a problem, guys. For one thing, most of those 'lower life forms' don't suffer as much in the entire span of their lives as your average human being does before turning 3 (although, admittedly, 3 years is longer than the average span for some creatures). All things considered, I'd think it was a worthwhile trade off to leave this life and come back as a worm. Thoreau should like that, you can't get much more simplified than eating dirt and aerating land. (Fucking Thoreau, I hope he reincarnated as a super computer, the bastard)

E. You become part of the Oversoul, joining your consciousness with all who have gone before and all who will come after. .... Oh fuck, now I'm afraid to die.

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