Yes, constantly. I think one of the most beneficial things to meditate on is the fact that one day, possibly today, it will all be over.

It helps eliminate the petty stresses that most people deal with because they think they'll live forever. Who has time to stress out over nonsense that, when compared with death, really doesn't matter at all.

The thought passed through my mind. I shrugged, "Yeah, so?" And it was gone.

We've all already NOT existed for a long long long time. Afterward it will probably be the same, with us being just as unaware of it. There will be no "me" thinking, "Wow, this sure is a long time."

That thought has been on my mind lately. I'm not really sure why. It isn't as though I was aware of this fact. It didn't bother me before. I guess I'm just a little sad that this is all there is. Don't get me wrong - it is amazing that biological life like us exists. I try to take comfort in knowing that when I die, I really will be going to be with those who have died before me. Not in some mythical heaven or hell, but decomposing into the simple elements of which we are all made. I guess I wish I knew there was a concrete meaning or goal to life. Wouldn't that be nice. Oh, well.

Cookie Monster made me think, and not about cookies. What if the life we're living is the most dazzling and amazing thing that ever happened to a sentient being? There's nothing to compare to. We might absolutely be in the lowest kind of Hell there is


I want a cookie.

I still can't get used to being older than my father and way older than my mother would ever admit to being!

I used to ponder that a lot.

I eventually concluded that there was no logical way for matter to be aware of anything, and that there therefore had to be a non-material explanation. It's on that basis that I've always assumed we had consciousness independent of our bodies.

This doesn't imply that God exists, and it doesn't imply that such a "whiff" of consciousness can have any material effect on the world. I just estimate that an afterlife of some sort, possibly a form of existence we would think of as alien or incomprehensible, is very likely.

It used to bother me that I wouldn't know how it all ended. Then I realized that the earth has been here for millions of years. There was probably another civilization way back before the before that wondered the same time.

This IS how it's all going to end up. I get to see it all. After I'm gone, the cycle will complete, rinse and repeat. We build our civilization up, bomb ourselves to oblivion, build ourselves up......etc.

Anagrammy

I find it somehow satisfying that I, my intelligence, is a part--even if it is such a minuscule part--of the Big Bang. I am like one little tiny atom that blinked on and will blink off, but I am a part of it.

Although I am still a practicing Mormon I still hope that when that day comes and it is my time that due to Alien attack or a Zombies hoard and yes I am not normal. in case you were wondering.