Why Does Death Exist?

Is there music that you hear in a particular way, that you perceived in a profoundly different way when someone dear to you passed away?

Has it ever happened to you to feel repulsion, especially for something that at other times was a source of intense emotions (not denial, precisely)?

Regarding death, I often think, with a certain anxiety, if not anguish, about the possibility that one could be born (having now the perception that it can happen and perhaps later in the course of another life) subsequently after death having the appearance of another person, or in the body of an animal for example, but precisely (and here is the most complex point for me) having the perception (like current consciousness) of having already lived something, something that makes one think of having had a previous life.

The fear, as far as I am concerned, is linked to not wanting to relive experiences that create pain, in its many nuances, and it can also be linked to not wanting to relive the time spent during a certain period of one's life; fear aside, I often felt this sensation until a certain age, now despite having gone through truly heavy moments and still living through similar ones, I don't seem to have the same perception that I had, let's say, until adolescence and shortly after as far as I remember, but I cannot deny that when I thought these things I felt a particular anguish.

It seems like decades have passed, but instead I am talking about just a few years ago; in this, I think that one can partly hypothesize and intuit the degree of happiness or lack thereof of a person, how they have lived up to a certain point, how they feel currently, while remaining firm that everyone has their own perception of every sensation and emotion.

Piccinesco wrote:

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Regaarding death, I often think, with a certain anxiety, if not anguish, about the possibility that one could be born (having now the perception that it could happen and

perhaps later in the course of

another life) subsequently after death, having the appearance of

another person, or in the body of an animal for example, but precisely

(and here is the most complex point for me) having perception (like current consciousness) of having already lived something, something that makes one think of having had

a previous life.

...

Personally, I have the feeling that this repetition of life has no sense of existence, so it does not worry me.

There is different literature on this subject, but I have formed the idea that such perceptions are possible even if they are not referable to something real (see paramnesia, I believe) or perhaps that the life of human beings is more complex than we think, in particular more "distributed and shared", such as to allow a certain "preservation of history".

On the other hand, at least for an ordinary being like me and many others, life and the existence of the universe remain facts as "wonderful" as they are inexplicable.

Seeking a rational explanation at all costs, or otherwise packaging everything into a construction of faith or belief, I do not see as a good objective; rather, in my opinion, contemplation is better instead.

Picinesco's discourse is fascinating and complex... what can I say, the "Western" philosophy of death has always distressed me, especially the Christian-Catholic one. The idea of a long cycle of resurrections of a common consciousness to which we all return scares me less

GnazzJazz wrote:

Personally, I have the feeling that this repetition of life has no reason to exist, so it does not worry me.

There is different literature on this subject, but I have formed the idea that such perceptions are possible even if they cannot be referred to something real (paramnesia, I believe) or perhaps that human life is more complex than we think, in particular more "distributed and shared", such as to allow a certain "preservation of history".

On the other hand, at least for an ordinary being like me and many others, life and the existence of the universe remain facts as "wonderful" as they are inexplicable.

The attempt to seek a rational explanation at all costs, or otherwise to package everything into a construction of faith or belief, does not seem like a good goal to me; rather, in my opinion, contemplation is better.

Look, I also obviously consider myself "normal", but I put it in quotes because I experience my life very poorly, both due to problems I have had and due to problems that my head creates, and I admit it without any problem, so part of them constitutes the foundation upon and with which I grew up, and now I find myself facing all the consequences (literally: 'with all the knots at the comb'), something I had already sensed for some time.

For this reason, I spoke of feelings of fear when thinking about a hypothetical "return" in another guise, but with current consciousness; I do not want to make a comparison between the two things, but

discarding technicalities, the "modus operandi" I mean is the same: when I pose the example of a person who could and should pose the problem at the level of consciousness towards an animal,

trying to understand in what state of abandonment (especially psychological) the latter lives, even imagining for just a few moments if they themselves were in the body and mind

of the animal, making this transposition while remaining with one's own consciousness (which is, however, quite different from person to person, so one should base it on their own,

on their own level of propensity for fear of living, altruism, reasoning, fear of not being understood, etc...), I think that in most cases a person faced with such a scenario would tend, even minimally, to modify their approach towards the animal, at least at a level that I consider (primary, very instinctive) low, if I may allow myself to establish for a moment a "hierarchy" of feelings of altruism, as opposed to feelings of indifference and violence, feeling a certain sense of guilt and no longer cold indifference; but there are also those who, like me, feel two sensations simultaneously: I feel detached on one hand and understanding on the other, neither prevails,

and this creates a certain discomfort in me, which cannot be extinguished with the usual cliché "don't think about it"; it is impossible not to think, but one can have thoughts of different quality, and by quality in this case I mean depth and empathy (which I certainly do not flaunt; it is an extremely weak side of me, and I do not like this very much).

So, having said this, (even if it is perhaps impossible to know what an animal thinks—if it is not certain that it feels certain emotions, it cannot even be taken for granted that it feels none at all; I am open from this point of view: in the animal instinct prevails, but I would not bet everything on the certainty that there are no clues of rational thought and other nuances, and certainly I start from the assumption that in practice it is as if I were in another body but had the same consciousness, so I could be almost 100% wrong, yet I hypothesize a similar consciousness, perhaps in another person, where we could have more definable findings) how could someone with such a thought feel in a totally different and alienating condition?

Here I am not referring to a religion (I have my own "idea" of God, which I always doubt in terms of existence; I do not take for certain that there is a God, but nor for certain that there isn't) nor to a belief, but rather a feeling that has often made me think about this.

I am without a shadow of a doubt someone who, in some contexts, tries to understand why, to rationalize; I don't always succeed and it's not always possible, I understand this, and I live it on my own skin—not every day but cyclically (and I would say unfortunately because it is heavy, but I cannot flip a switch in my brain, I can only increase the level of consciousness of what I am and understand something more about the bond with what surrounds me, and not just) situations for which I tend to reason at an infinitesimal level, and this propensity often brings me much discomfort, much fear, and continuous self-judgment."},

thallo wrote:

The idea of a long cycle of resurrections of a common consciousness to which we all return scares me less

For me it does, but it is also true that it depends on the "moment"; behind me I see difficulties and hardship that have brought me to where I am, for this reason I would have fears about being reborn; the best moments are fewer, and those I remember less; my mind must have weighed things up and, as a "reward," made it so that I mostly remember things I wouldn't want to, and probably (perhaps) this happens so that I can draw some clues about what I could still do

to improve my perception of the present and the future, but I certainly don't want to reduce everything to these possibilities; the nuances are manifold.

Goodness, Piccinesco, I tried to skim your second-to-last post and it was impossible, so I have to reread it and reflect on it calmly (as if in this life there are those who must steal time and those who don't know how to kill it?!).

I had a rescued cat, but not a cared-for one; he stayed near my house like a friend for several years, a formidable hunter; I dreamed of him and then found him dead. Interaction with animals is not indifferent to me, but I do not think of them as risen brothers, rather as creatures that are part of and participants in this wonderful and inexplicable world, and therefore worthy of attention. And the thought of how much consciousness an animal might have, and thus how an animal might feel and find itself, touches me as well and I think of most of us, especially those who have owned a dog, but I am not afraid that my consciousness will transmigrate into a dog after death.

I think that towards animals there must nonetheless be great respect in recognizing their diversity and identity, and that one must flee from sentimentality and possessiveness.

I have never had any deaths in the family, and those I have had were people who lived far away and whom I did not have the pleasure of getting to know deeply during their lifetime.

In relation to the second post: death does not destroy the spirit, but only the body! Music, I find, is a particular art, if not the only art that more than any other is able to condition the human being. And it is the only one because music is PHYSICAL vibration; the body enters into vibration and becomes a participant in the music itself. Without taking anything away from the other arts!