What freedom? The only place freedom exists is in minds -- rocks are not free! Tell me one thing which is free that is not a mind!Ean wrote:Yes, the freedom, freedom from a mind. You're right it's beyond exhausting; it's beyond everything.
And leave out the shit about the wonder of going beyond everything. You're saying you're quite upset by the world moving a little beyond you, the passage of a few years, the moving around of a few bits of terrestrial scenery from how they used to be and which you got used to. But in death, you move BEYOND EVERYTHING and... this is now good? No, that sadness and fear you have is an intimation of mortality, and is why death is scary. All the idealist New Age, New Thought, Brothers-We-Enter-Into-A-Transformative-Age-of-Wonders, Death-Is-a-Great-Adventure woo-woo preaching about death which passes for deep thought in this age, and which you've bought into ignores that.
This is very true -- for example, it is very easy to feel contemptuous of a terrifying thing when you are a long way away from it, and mighty forces are protecting you from it. When you can say "I don't want to stop feeling young" and still be young enough for the implications of this to fail to sink in, and when your mind is filled with the pablum of hucksters who think that if you wish hard enough, magic will come true, and that if you distract enough people from something, then that's as good as the thing stopping from happening.Ean wrote:But current feelings towards something so unknown can and do vary.


