Huge Questions in Life

Have you ever just sat down outside or anywhere for this matter and just thought about "how and why I look the way I do, what brang me here, what was I doing before I was alive, how could I feel that before?"
The thought of not being "able" or like not "being". This is a very confusing subject but I was just sitting down today outside in the cold and the thought of not being able to be noticed or having something to think about. To put this in easier words I word have to call this like thinking of what it would be like in Oblivion.
Even another time when just looking in the mirror, I've grown in this body all my life and the thought just poped right in my head, "Is that really what I look like? Or do other see me differently then what I see myself?"
Now my brain hurts from describing this. But i need help in figuring out what to do because that is all I'm thinking about lately.

I use to stand in front of the mirror and play with my joints... "That's me. I really look like that". "Yep the voice I hear is inside that marshmallow man over there". :rolleyes:

Anywhere, the human mind doesn't have a comprehension of the case where nothing is left or nothing has started yet. Yeah, it's kinda possible with the universe, but not with our lives. To think about the time after your death, the mind just doesn't get that the instant you dies, it all just stops. I know that it kinda becomes dark and that's it... but my head goes, "yeah it's dark, but then what?". Well, nothing. "Nothing for how long?".

Originally posted by Kedisar

I think I murdered Kennedy too.

Strange, I always thought I was the reincarnation of Jack Ruby, so I murdered YOU.

I always have weird thoughts. I always wonder why I'm not some bodiless entity floating out in cold, dark space. I also wonder if I'm the only conscious being in existence, and that everyone and the entire world around me is fake and was made just for me.

In my "supposed" before life, I beleive I was a sailor who drowned at sea. Some questions I've always wondered is that why do we think that hurting is bad? why do we think that not being in pain is a good thing? Why do we think revolting smells are revolting? I have a bunch of questions like that.

i dont realy have questions about myself,well i wud like to know WHY im here but thats not my major concern
i just have tought about stuff of wich people say it doesnt exist...
(thats idea realy got rolling after i watched The Matrix for the first time....)
"How can you prove we exist, maybe we dont exist..." - Vivi FF9
there's sence in that quote, think about it
HOW can you prover something exists or doesnt exist?

Fog. Fog is very disturbing if you look at it in a special way. Think about fog. Can you picture yourself in a forest or a city or anything with thick fog all around you? Okey, now know that nothing exist but what you see. All things that comes out of the fog only exist as long as you see them, and everything cheses to exist the moment they dissapear in the fog.

And how we control ourself, what if we realy are another place, controling what we think? Your real you is deep inside your head, or everywhere around you? Anyway, it will mean that you're not realy thinking, but your thinking is controled up to the point everything is so confused you can't help but think for yourself.

Are we realy here? or is it a matrix like thing? Are we just dreaming our lifes? That is the most disturbing thought, because it would mean that everyone else doesn't exist and you're only dreaming them.

I think about death almost all the time; what is it like to die, what happens after death, rebirth....Is there a God? I sometimes think about dead relitives and wonder why do they die and not me? (the list can go on...)

I guess I do belive in reincarnation, because something does have to explain why we get strange dreams of past lives.
(I would like to understand what my dreams tell me.)

I sometimes think if I'm the only person in the 'world' and I'm being controlled by something. (But I quickly dismiss that thought thinking that I'm being too self centered lol)

I always used to think "how come I have to look in a mirrior just to see myself? Why can't I just see myself from a different angle like others do? And then there was the "Why I am here and not there? How come I was chosen to inhabit this place not that house over there or that country across the ocean?"

"And don't tell me God works in mysterious ways," Yossarian continued... "There's nothing so mysterious about it. He's not working at all. He's playing. Or else he's forgotten all about us. That's the kind of God you people talk about -- a country bumpkin, a clumsy, bungling, brainless, conceited, uncouth hayseed. Good God, how much reverence can you have for a Supreme Being who finds it necessary to include such phenomena as phlegm and tooth decay in His divine system of creation? What in the world was running through that warped, evil, scatalogical mind of His when He robbed old people of the power to control their bowel movements? Why in the world did He ever create pain?"
"Pain?" Lieutenant Scheisskopf's wife pounced upon the word victoriously. "Pain is a useful symptom. Pain is a warning to us of bodily dangers."
"And who created the dangers?" Yossarian demanded. He laughed caustically. "Oh, He was really being charitable to us when He gave us pain! Why couldn't He have used a doorbell instead to notify us, or one of his celestial choirs? Or a system of blue-and-red neon tubes right in the middle of each person's forehead. Any jukebox manufacturer worth his salt could have done that. Why couldn't He?"
"People would certainly look silly walking around with red neon tubes in the middle of their foreheads."
"They certainly look beautiful now writhing in agony or stupified with morphine, don't they? What a colossal, immortal blunderer! When you consider the opportunity and power He had to really do a job, and then look at the stupid, ugly little mess He make of it instead, His sheer incompetence is almost staggering. It's obvious He never met a payroll. Why, no self-respecting businessman would hire a bungler like Him as even a shipping clerk!"
Lieutenant Scheisskopf's wife had turned ashen in disbelief and was ogling him with alarm. "You'd better not talk that way about Him, honey," she warned him reprovingly in a low and hostile voice. "He might punish you."
"Isn't He punishing me enough?" Yossarian snorted resentfully. "You know, we certainly mustn't let Him get away with it. Oh, no, we certainly mustn't let Him get away scot free for all the sorrow He's caused us. Someday I'm going to make him pay. I know when. On the Judgement Day. Yes, that's the day I'll be close enough to reach out and grab that little yokel by His neck and --"
"Stop it! Stop it!" Leiutenant Scheisskopf's wife screamed suddenly, and began beating him ineffectually about the head with both fists. "Stop it!"
Yossarian ducked behind his arm for protection while she slammed away at him in feminine fury for a few seconds, and then he caught her determinedly by the wrists and forced her gently back down on the bed. "What the hell are you getting so upset about?" He asked her bewilderedly in a tone of contrite amusement. "I thought you didn't believe in God."
"I don't," she sobbed, bursting violently into tears. "But the God I don't believe in is a good God, a just God, a merciful God. He's not the mean and stupid God you make Him out to be."
Yossarian laughed and turned her arms loose. "Let's have a little more religious freedom between us," he proposed obligingly. "You don't believe in the God you want to, and I won't believe in the God I want to. Is that a deal?"

:::giggles:::

... and i never liked the whole 'matrix' thing (or the Allegory of the Cave) and solipsism... they're both a bit too egotistical for me... ^^ give me a mystic any day over those ideas... ^_^

"Ah, I still say it's all due to tight pants. Tight...pants."

Heh, no, really though. You know how to fix this? Look into your eyes. The eyes tend to dispell prejudices--that is what people see as YOU. The eyes are the windows to our souls.

So yeah, when I look at someone, my ideas about them can change completely when I look into their eyes.

Just check it out. You'll see.

I also am wondering about the possibility of reincarnation.

Like, what if your pet was actually a human being that had passed away in a previous life, why were they born again as a dog, an insect, anything. Nothing makes sense to me.

I'm still questioning if there is a God, i do believe so, as i believe in heaven.

When i was smaller, i didn't believe in anything. I just thought you just laid in a coffin with your eyes permanently closed and were deaf. The thought of such boredom led me to tears once, as my grandparents had just died.

What if there was no heaven? What if the moment you died your soul was put into another living creature being born at the same time, whatever it may be.

I think the whole concept of life after death and heaven are confusing, after all i'm not a religious person at all.

I have often sat down to ponder such questions. My mind keeps come back to the fact I eat to fast and thus I must of been starving in another lifetime. Then I consider the oldest legends, how the norse tale of rangnorock( sp?) is writen as if it had already occured. I consider all things I know man has written about life after death, form religeous works to the trill in star trek, and come to a conclusion. I shall know when the universe and the forces in it needs me to know.

Fog. Fog is very disturbing if you look at it in a special way. Think about fog. Can you picture yourself in a forest or a city or anything with thick fog all around you? Okey, now know that nothing exist but what you see. All things that comes out of the fog only exist as long as you see them, and everything cheses to exist the moment they dissapear in the fog.

Are you talking about playing an N64?

And I like your final point there, Fireball. It's so... straightforward?

Originally posted by Saria
I think about death almost all the time; what is it like to die, what happens after death, rebirth....Is there a God? I sometimes think about dead relitives and wonder why do they die and not me? (the list can go on...)

I guess I do belive in reincarnation, because something does have to explain why we get strange dreams of past lives.
(I would like to understand what my dreams tell me.)

I think about that all the time! Why do other people around me die, get murdered, and not me? Why am I in living here? WHat am I doing here? I also think about how we do what we do. WHat I'm trying to say won't make any sense, but I sometimes think about what would happen if we were controlling ourselves from above or whatever like us acting out as God or something, like if we got to control ourselves like in the SIm's......... I think all these questions are so strange.... o_o

I don't know whats happening, and thats how life is more fun! There are innumerable possibilities in life and we can only guess what will happen next. If there is a next. Just hope for the best! Oh, and remember "Do unto others...". That way you rack up brownie points if there is such a thing as karma!