Friday, 26 December 2014

An afterlife is so fanciful!

I think that many people would tend to think that the idea of an afterlife is certainly appealing, but that logic and reason compel them to conclude that the whole notion is rather implausible and totally opposed to what science tells us about the world.  Many other people might profess a belief in an afterlife, but this is in spite of, not because of their reason.  They might feel they must be something beyond this life and there must be a reason or purpose to their existence.

I am the diametric opposite to this.  It seems to me that reason and evidence very strongly supports the notion we survive the deaths of our bodies (and science most emphatically does not tell us there's no afterlife!), but my feeling is that the notion is very fanciful.  We go to sleep every night and enter deep sleep where it seems we are scarcely conscious at all.  It is hard for me to imagine that at the threshold of death, as my consciousness slowly diminishes to nothingness, I will ascend into some new reality and regain full consciousness.

A few years ago, in response to my belief in an afterlife, a friend of mine exclaimed "it's cold!"  By this I surmise he meant that the world we are experiencing now is reality.  It's cold, it's gritty and the notion that we'll ascend to some strange new world after we die is fanciful in the extreme.

Saying it's cold as a reason for disbelieving in an afterlife is of course fatuous, and yet . . and yet . . I understand perfectly where he's coming from.  It does at least feel to me to be rather implausible.  I believe in an afterlife not because of my feelings, but in spite of them. 

1 comment:

  1. I have and still struggle with it. I have had some life experience that points to it. But, at the same time I've also had some things that would argue with it. I honestly do believe there is a purpose to life and without an afterlife "imo" there is no purpose. But, maybe it's all the same thing. Truly we are "unborn" and this is just one eternal moment. On the other hand maybe I just pull it out of my ass as I go. I'm thinking a lot about it as I progress through my fifties. ;-)