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How does /pol deal with the concept of death and it's inevitability, it's suddenness and it's permanence.
I'm not afraid to admit I fear death and constantly remind myself to cherish the moments I have with others. But how does ever truly prepare ourselves.
And I know the answer im bound to hear here is to find God. And I can say I truly believe there's a god out there, but it would be inappropriate to try to name him, attribute any human characteristics to it, and the likelihood of any religion being right seems slim to me.
What awaits us after death? How can we know. Or even pretend to know, let alone be comforted by it.
Because my fear is not hell, or eternal damnation. But the black. The black screen of nothingness.
I'm not afraid to admit I fear death and constantly remind myself to cherish the moments I have with others. But how does ever truly prepare ourselves.
And I know the answer im bound to hear here is to find God. And I can say I truly believe there's a god out there, but it would be inappropriate to try to name him, attribute any human characteristics to it, and the likelihood of any religion being right seems slim to me.
What awaits us after death? How can we know. Or even pretend to know, let alone be comforted by it.
Because my fear is not hell, or eternal damnation. But the black. The black screen of nothingness.
