Tag Archives: death

mariawein:

We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.”

– John Green, Looking for Alaska

I just found this watercolour I did a few months back.

File under: Things to think when the realization of mortality causes extreme panic

It really is a realization all over again every time it grips me.

zerocontrolandtakemedown:

loveyourchaos:

memphisinjune:thiscantbecorrect:perrrolike:thefeeloffree

You got it, Viola. Most people’s opinions do not matter.

I will get there – to the useful part of what still feels like a horrible, scary revelation.

BTW Laura’s blog is lovely. 🙂

Why is there something instead of nothing?

We are unable to propose the existence of nothing, because nothing is impossible for the human mind to comprehend in a similar way to the fact that infinity is impossible to comprehend fully. Human thought and analysis, as I understand it, is based off of the sensory inputs we receive.

Even when comprehending non-material ideas such as justice and mathematics there are strong roots to physical examples and phenomenon. In fact, even if you were to come up with a completely nonphysical example, I would argue that the sensory inputs we have received throughout our lives have influenced our thought patterns enough to play in to the analysis of that given question as well. I would furthermore go on to argue that we never really deal with ‘nothing’ even in the lesser extent of absence of a certain thing. As we define the absence of something through the definition of that something itself, and if there was not the something, we would have no measure of it, and therefore would be unable to deny it’s existence.

At the very least I can tell you that I have been unable to imagine nothing, even in the extremely limited capacity of the end of my own existence, and that my attempts to have been both frightening and unfruitful. They led to my attempted understanding of time and how anything can really exist in this strange flux of the universe.

However, despite my failure to answer your question, I can tell you that I am extremely appreciative of the fact that something does exist, and that for me, at least, that is enough.

“…i’m not wondering where i’m going after I die…

i’m going after the wonder’s of living, while i’m alive.”

Brock Tully – Reflections for living life fully

Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that the mere fact of our existence should keep us all in a state of contented dazzlement.

Lewis Thomas (via joshuakaufman)