Kamaavi Posted February 10, 2010 yes the soul which is us as a 'person'. but i take you dont believe in that no? that we are just like robots maybe that dont have a purpose here and popped out of no where on to a little planet called Earth and then we live our lives and when we die- we becoming nothing. dust. ? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Naden Posted February 10, 2010 Cicero, I think I will pass with the endocannabilism. All of a sudden, being devoured by a hyena seems so much more attractive, though I was amenable to it all along Dajiye, care to elaborate? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Cara. Posted February 10, 2010 Naden, I hadn't thought of the resurrection angle! There are companies that will put you in cryogenic storage in the hopes that future science will be able to defrost you alive. In return for a tidy sum of course. I know someone who knows someone that could get you a 5% discount on the 150 year plan LOL @ Cicero and Ailamos. Now that's what I call hubris! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NGONGE Posted February 10, 2010 ^^ If you and Naden don't need your bodies do you mind if I buy them after you pass away? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Naden Posted February 10, 2010 Cara, I read about them freezing only your head too. I've always wished I was born a few millenia from now but I think I will pass on the decapitation. I wouldn't want a carbon based body again, anyway. Ngonge, if you knew how long the women in my family live, you wouldn't ask? If I go sooner, it is all yours. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Cara. Posted February 10, 2010 ^Then they'd upload your personality onto the LeisureBot 2000, silly. Or a trash compactor, depending on which plan you sign up for. No way Ngonge, you can't use me to scare your children into behaving. "Look, son, she didn't do her homework or brush her teeth. And she watched too much TV, as you can see from what remains of her eyes. Can you believe she was only 11?" Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NGONGE Posted February 10, 2010 ^^ That's a better idea than mine. Mine was simple business to be honest. I was planning to sell your bodies to A&T (for a substantial profit) so that he can display them in his living room. Something like this: You can just imagine him as he shows you off to his guests. "Tan Naden ba la yidhaaha, sannad dhan ayaan daba ordaayaay" "Tana waa Cara. Noocan buuraha mareekanka laga hela" "Meeshan kale waaxan o baneeyaay bahal nool oo adoonka xabaad kaliya ka jirto. Wa dibi laba lugood ku socda, Cicero ban o bixiyay". Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Naden Posted February 10, 2010 ^ Um, Ngonge, that's not creepy at all I refuse to be a kill trophy :mad: Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Johnny B Posted February 10, 2010 Naden, I've long ago signed a Governmental request to be recycled through organ-implantations.. due to my hate of the idea of not existing at all. Eh, who'd want to wake up ( be defrozen ) in an age where kids drive super-sonic three-wheelers and spend the rest of his life catching-up?... not me. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Naden Posted February 10, 2010 Johnny, my organs are signed off for donation too if the Western diet doesn't turn them into beef jerky first Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Castro Posted February 13, 2010 Before I Die . . . 'As in the case of love, no man has lived until he has felt sorrow.' By EDMUND N. CARPENTER, II The following essay was written by Edmund N. Carpenter, age 17, in June 1938 while he was a student in Lawrenceville, N.J. Carpenter would go on to win the Bronze Star for his service in World War II and to a civilian career as an attorney. A graduate of Harvard Law School, he became president of Richards, Layton & Finger, a law firm. He died on Dec. 19, 2008 at age 87 and is survived by six children and 15 grandchildren: It may seem very strange to the reader that one of my tender age should already be thinking about that inevitable end to which even the paths of glory lead. However, this essay is not really concerned with death, but rather with life, my future life. I have set down here the things which I, at this age, believe essential to happiness and complete enjoyment of life. Some of them will doubtless seem very odd to the reader; others will perhaps be completely in accord with his own wishes. At any rate, they compose a synopsis of the things which I sincerely desire to have done before I leave this world and pass on to the life hereafter or to oblivion. Before I die I want to know that I have done something truly great, that I have accomplished some glorious achievement the credit for which belongs solely to me. I do not aspire to become as famous as a Napoleon and conquer many nations; but I do want, almost above all else, to feel that I have been an addition to this world of ours. I should like the world, or at least my native land, to be proud of me and to sit up and take notice when my name is pronounced and say, "There is a man who has done a great thing." I do not want to have passed through life as just another speck of humanity, just another cog in a tremendous machine. I want to be something greater, far greater than that. My desire is not so much for immortality as for distinction while I am alive. When I leave this world, I want to know that my life has not been in vain, but that I have, in the course of my existence, done something of which I am rightfully very proud. Before I die I want to know that during my life I have brought great happiness to others. Friendship, we all agree, is one of the best things in the world, and I want to have many friends. But I could never die fully contented unless I knew that those with whom I had been intimate had gained real happiness from their friendship with me. Moreover, I feel there is a really sincere pleasure to be found in pleasing others, a kind of pleasure that can not be gained from anything else. We all want much happiness in our lives, and giving it to others is one of the surest ways to achieve it for ourselves. Before I die I want to have visited a large portion of the globe and to have actually lived with several foreign races in their own environment. By traveling in countries other than my own I hope to broaden and improve my outlook on life so that I can get a deeper, and more complete satisfaction from living. By mixing the weighty philosophy of China with the hard practicalism of America, I hope to make my life fuller. By blending the rigid discipline of Germany with the great liberty in our own nation I hope to more completely enjoy my years on this earth. These are but two examples of the many things which I expect to achieve by traveling and thus have a greater appreciation of life. Before I die there is another great desire I must fulfill, and that is to have felt a truly great love. At my young age I know that love, other than some filial affection, is probably far beyond my ken. Yet, young as I may be, I believe I have had enough inkling of the subject to know that he who has not loved has not really lived. Nor will I feel my life is complete until I have actually experienced that burning flame and know that I am at last in love, truly in love. I want to feel that my whole heart and soul are set on one girl whom I wish to be a perfect angel in my eyes. I want to feel a love that will far surpass any other emotion that I have ever felt. I know that when I am at last really in love then I will start living a different, better life, filled with new pleasures that I never knew existed. Before I die I want to feel a great sorrow. This, perhaps, of all my wishes will seem the strangest to the reader. Yet, is it unusual that I should wish to have had a complete life? I want to have lived fully, and certainly sorrow is a part of life. It is my belief that, as in the case of love, no man has lived until he has felt sorrow. It molds us and teaches us that there is a far deeper significance to life than might be supposed if one passed through this world forever happy and carefree. Moreover, once the pangs of sorrow have slackened, for I do not believe it to be a permanent emotion, its dregs often leave us a better knowledge of this world of ours and a better understanding of humanity. Yes, strange as it may seem, I really want to feel a great sorrow. With this last wish I complete the synopsis of the things I want to do before I die. Irrational as they may seem to the reader, nevertheless they comprise a sincere summary of what I truthfully now believe to be the things most essential to a fully satisfactory and happy life. As I stand here on the threshold of my future, these are the things which to me seem the most valuable. Perhaps in fifty years I will think that they are extremely silly. Perhaps I will wonder, for instance, why I did not include a wish for continued happiness. Yet, right now, I do not desire my life to be a bed of roses. I want it to be something much more than that. I want it to be a truly great adventure, never dull, always exciting and engrossing; not sickly sweet, yet not unhappy. And I believe it will be all I wish if I do these things before I die. As for death itself, I do not believe that it will be such a disagreeable thing providing my life has been successful. I have always considered life and death as two cups of wine. Of the first cup, containing the wine of life, we can learn a little from literature and from those who have drunk it, but only a little. In order to get the full flavor we must drink deeply of it for ourselves. I believe that after I have quaffed the cup containing the wine of life, emptied it to its last dregs, then I will not fear to turn to that other cup, the one whose contents can be designated only by X, an unknown, and a thing about which we can gain no knowledge at all until we drink for ourselves. Will it be sweet, or sour, or tasteless? Who can tell? Surely none of us like to think of death as the end of everything. Yet is it? That is a question that for all of us will one day be answered when we, having witnessed the drama of life, come to the final curtain. Probably we will all regret to leave this world, yet I believe that after I have drained the first cup, and have possibly grown a bit weary of its flavor, I will then turn not unwillingly to the second cup and to the new and thrilling experience of exploring the unknown. Wall Street Journal (02/06/2010) Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Naden Posted February 15, 2010 ^ Unusually deep reflections for someone only 17. I wonder how many of those wishes he achieved in those 60 years. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
NGONGE Posted February 15, 2010 ^^ All of them if you read the first paragraph. We need some music to go with all of this. Here, have some Sinatra.... I'm gonna live till I die! I'm gonna laugh 'stead of cry, I'm gonna take the town and turn it upside down, I'm gonna live, live, live until I die. They're gonna say "What a guy!" I'm gonna play for the sky. Ain't gonna miss a thing, I'm gonna have my fling, I'm gonna live, live, live until I die. The blues I lay low, I'll make them stay low, They'll never trail over my head. I'll be a devil, till I'm an angel, but until then. Hallelujah, gonna dance, gonna fly, I'll take a chance riding high, Before my number's up, I'm gonna fill my cup, I'm gonna live, live, live, until I die! The blues I lay low... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Che -Guevara Posted February 18, 2010 Naden..I thought you like this Fun trivia...You know jelly fish possesses biological immortality. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Naden Posted February 19, 2010 Che, the Hindus are on to something with this resurrection business. Makes death less daunting, horrific. Didn't know that about jellyfish, lucky buggers :mad: Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
