christiefan915
Catalyst
Dear ChrestieFANNY,
I should be wary of taking anything Arthur Koester writes, as he had a reputation for trading in "woo-woo" He visited Sydney in the 1970s (and stayed in the trendy/alternative male homosexual district of Oxford Street in the city centre.) He visited a gay club one night and became fascinated with a dance style the members were performing that he was told was called "The Hambone". Koestler published an essay about the "Ham Bone" dance culture, not realising for an instant that a "Hambone" was gay slang for a large, exposed, erect male penis.
Okay DachsieWEENIE, I won't buy the book, I'll just borrow it. Sometimes it's fun to read about people and their "woo-woo" (if by that you mean conspiracy theories,) just to get a glimpse of the inner working of the woo-woo mind. And I also learned a new term for, erm, the male equipment. I love gaining knowledge!
I shouldn't expect you to read my long-winded posts on fuzzy/woolley topics like consciousness. So I will not bug you with any more of them in future.
Hold it right there. I LIKE learning new things, from the esoteric to the trivial. It keeps the synapses cracking.
Besides individuals who rave on with theories of consciousness (in the context of death) tend to be regarded as "flakes", and I would not like you to gain that impression of myself.
That's not flaky to me. What does that mean? My family and friends think flakiness is my natural milieu.
The only point I should have made is one that no modern-day, empirical scientist would deny; namely, that following the moment of death, we to not pass into any such scenarios as: an eternal night; a black void of nothingness; the blind depths of a fathomless abyss, nor even some state of still, peaceful oblivion. When we die, we no longer exist, FULL STOP, and therefore we are not conscious of ANYTHING at all in the universe. (for example we are not conscious of "blackness" or emptiness, because these thing can only be experienced in consciousness, and we no longer have a consciousness when we are dead. This is not "WOO-WOO", it is a valid logical, naturalistic/scientific fact
My question is, how can anyone say with absolute certainty what happens after death? I get that in the medical sense it's over, period. Googling coughed up these bits of wisdom that are interesting. They're talking about the physical world but why not extend it to consciousness or spirit, as a thought exercise?
As early as 520 BCE, Jain philosophy, a non-creationist philosophy based on the teachings of Mahavira,[SUP][6][/SUP] stated that the universe and its constituents such as matter cannot be destroyed or created. The Jain text Tattvarthasutra (2nd century CE) states that a substance is permanent, but its modes are characterised by creation and destruction.[SUP][7][/SUP]
An important idea in ancient Greek philosophy was that "Nothing comes from nothing", so that what exists now has always existed: no new matter can come into existence where there was none before. An explicit statement of this, along with the further principle that nothing can pass away into nothing, is found in Empedocles (c. 4th century BCE): "For it is impossible for anything to come to be from what is not, and it cannot be brought about or heard of that what is should be utterly destroyed."[SUP][8][/SUP]
A further principle of conservation was stated by Epicurus around the 3rd century BCE, who wrote in describing the nature of the Universe that "the totality of things was always such as it is now, and always will be".[SUP][9][/SUP]
Here is a more interesting post - a little piece of literary trivia for you, from a poet you like.
It is acknowledged as Percy Shelly's first poem, and was written when he was just 11 years old. It is is entitled "A Cat in Distress" as the verses were "addressed" to a pet, tabby cat Shelley had as a child at "Field Place" (his father's estate in Sussex). I figured that this would impress you because you love cats (BIG TIME). Anyway, here it is....
"A CAT IN DISTRESS"
A cat in distress
Nothing more or less,
As I am a sinner,
It waits for some dinner
To stuff out its own little belly
You would not easily guess
All the modes of distress
Which torture the tenants of earth;
And the various evils,
Which like so many devils,
Attend the poor souls from their birth
Some a living require,
And others desire
An old fellow out of the way;
And which is best
I leave to be guessed,
For I cannot pretend to say
One wants society,
Another variety,
Others a tranquil life;
Some want food,
Others, as good,
Only want a wife
But this poor little cat
Only wanted a rat,
To stuff out its own little maw;
And it were as good
Some people had such food,
To make them HOLD THEIR JAW !
by Percy Byssche Shelley (1803)
With Kindest Regards (and SWALK)
Dachshund - the WONDER HOUND
DLM....Dachshund Lives Matter
PS: Still haven't received your Mobile Phone number in my JPP, PM in-box, Christie ???
That's a very cute poem. It doesn't sound like it was written by an 11-year old. The privileged class in Shelley's day got a great education, starting at a young age.. I'm always amazed at what they considered "usual." Today it would be advanced learning and people would be teased for studying literature, languages and poetry instead of STEM subjects.