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Do Meredith's, Pack's and Flurry's Mistaken Prophetic Rants Mask Their Simple Fear of Death?
When did you ever hear "When I die" from those ministers abscessed (I meant to use that word) with their own "because we won't" prophetic drool and why not?
Well, let's just put it this way. You're not going to see any of them walking around in a "Death is a Gas!" T-shirt. I do wonder if it ever scares some of them that none of Herbie's prophecies become fulfilled. Deep down, they probably do realize that they're going to die.
" Deep down, they probably do realize that they're going to die."
Then shallow up, they probably are just benefiting from the eternal carrot of the idea of a Second Coming and the profit and ego needs realized in teaching, "we shall not all die, but we shall all be changed. In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye,at the last Trump, (Uh oh...maybe that's the prophetic meaning of this fool of a President) we shall be changed..."
That triggered a memory of a surprise conversation my mom initiated with me one Sunday afternoon during my senior year in high school. Apparently the parental units had had a conversation with some of the "leading" teenagers in our area. Seems some had shared that they would prefer, if given the choice, to actually live on into the millennium as physical beings, to be married and to raise a family under "perfect" conditions, and then at some point to be changed. She wondered where I stood on this.
And of course, I quickly expressed that I'd prefer to be changed, and attempted to end the conversation as quickly as possible. It seemed ridiculous to me to speculate about such things as if we'd actually get a choice. I really wanted the "end" to go away, so I could be a normal teenager, have a girlfriend, and get laid. Besides, it was the weekend, there was no alone time, and I really wanted a cigarette!
I hear ya BB! lol When it all would be "perfect" in the Kingdom or Petra would be hell!!!! Try this..."And for the sermon this entire weekend....Gerald Waterhouse" Shoot me. Or how about..."There were two trees...." UGH!
BB I am reminded of my own teenage years. I just wanted to have sex before it was too late. All the ministers were saying that gods don't have sex but there will be something much better. I thought it is all very well for them to say that, but they have families and presumably had experience sex. Then our pastor gave a sermon and mentioned that some people in the congregation were willing to give up eternal life for sex, like Esau giving up everything for a bowl of soup. Wow I thought the guy could read my mind and was talking about me, but later I found his own son had to get married because his girlfriend was pregnant.
Less than a year ago I delivered the "sermon" at a friend's memorial service, expressing essentially the same idea about what happens after death that Neil DeGrasse Tyson explains here. There was a difference: I focused on the part about our atoms returning to the biosphere and recycled into other living things an left out how the energy we collected during life gets radiated off into space, that he mentioned. To me, the important idea is that we can know the physics and chemistry involved with the fate of our bodies after death, whereas we have no support for the notion that our consciousness survives beyond it. Evidence from brain injuries, strokes, and dementia all point to the conclusion that consciousness is produced by physical operations in the brain. So my default assumption is that consciousness simply winks out when neurons stop functioning. Furthermore, it cannot be called back after the atoms in those neurons get recycled into other beings and their energy gets radiated into space. In other words ALL of us, not just thousands of us, will be 'changed in the twinkling of an eye.'
Odd thing. I recently woke up in the middle of the night with severe chest pains. The symptoms did not match those for a heart attack; nevertheless the pain and associated stress led to heart palpitations. A few days before, a relative had died when his heart fibrillated, and naturally the possibility that I was dying in a similar way occurred to me. The thought came as a surprise and a disappointment, but it did not terrify me. I thought, "Well, it's been a good run. If this is the end of it, well, that's that. Has to happen sometime."
My wife drove me to the emergency room, where I was diagnosed with a bacterial infection. A prescription for a strong antibiotic cleared it up in a few days. I'm just throwing this out for people to ponder who fervently believe that blessed assurance of eternal life is necessary before anyone can view impending death with a level gaze.
Retired Prof, Perhaps you can leave a written message with your wife that she can post here for when you kick the bucket. Eg, 'Well folks, I've kicked the bucket. I'd like to say farewell to all my readers. I'd especially like to thank.... and my departing advice is ....' Regards Kicked-The-Bucket Retired Prof.
Thanks for the chuckle, 1:58. I'll take that under advisement. Didn't Dennis say his father used to say that? Or did I pick it up somewhere else?
Anyway, I'll give it the same attention my immediate supervisor (called Department Chair in academe) gave when I suggested he should have memo stationery made up with the heading, "From the Desk of the Chair."
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Well, let's just put it this way. You're not going to see any of them walking around in a "Death is a Gas!" T-shirt. I do wonder if it ever scares some of them that none of Herbie's prophecies become fulfilled. Deep down, they probably do realize that they're going to die.
BB
" Deep down, they probably do realize that they're going to die."
Then shallow up, they probably are just benefiting from the eternal carrot of the idea of a Second Coming and the profit and ego needs realized in teaching, "we shall not all die, but we shall all be changed. In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye,at the last Trump, (Uh oh...maybe that's the prophetic meaning of this fool of a President) we shall be changed..."
That triggered a memory of a surprise conversation my mom initiated with me one Sunday afternoon during my senior year in high school. Apparently the parental units had had a conversation with some of the "leading" teenagers in our area. Seems some had shared that they would prefer, if given the choice, to actually live on into the millennium as physical beings, to be married and to raise a family under "perfect" conditions, and then at some point to be changed. She wondered where I stood on this.
And of course, I quickly expressed that I'd prefer to be changed, and attempted to end the conversation as quickly as possible. It seemed ridiculous to me to speculate about such things as if we'd actually get a choice. I really wanted the "end" to go away, so I could be a normal teenager, have a girlfriend, and get laid. Besides, it was the weekend, there was no alone time, and I really wanted a cigarette!
BB
I hear ya BB! lol When it all would be "perfect" in the Kingdom or Petra would be hell!!!! Try this..."And for the sermon this entire weekend....Gerald Waterhouse" Shoot me. Or how about..."There were two trees...." UGH!
I and thousands of others WILL be 'changed in the twinkling of an eye.'
Eternal life, here I come!
Dennis can mock all he wants.
BB I am reminded of my own teenage years. I just wanted to have sex before it was too late. All the ministers were saying that gods don't have sex but there will be something much better. I thought it is all very well for them to say that, but they have families and presumably had experience sex. Then our pastor gave a sermon and mentioned that some people in the congregation were willing to give up eternal life for sex, like Esau giving up everything for a bowl of soup. Wow I thought the guy could read my mind and was talking about me, but later I found his own son had to get married because his girlfriend was pregnant.
Less than a year ago I delivered the "sermon" at a friend's memorial service, expressing essentially the same idea about what happens after death that Neil DeGrasse Tyson explains here. There was a difference: I focused on the part about our atoms returning to the biosphere and recycled into other living things an left out how the energy we collected during life gets radiated off into space, that he mentioned. To me, the important idea is that we can know the physics and chemistry involved with the fate of our bodies after death, whereas we have no support for the notion that our consciousness survives beyond it. Evidence from brain injuries, strokes, and dementia all point to the conclusion that consciousness is produced by physical operations in the brain. So my default assumption is that consciousness simply winks out when neurons stop functioning. Furthermore, it cannot be called back after the atoms in those neurons get recycled into other beings and their energy gets radiated into space. In other words ALL of us, not just thousands of us, will be 'changed in the twinkling of an eye.'
Odd thing. I recently woke up in the middle of the night with severe chest pains. The symptoms did not match those for a heart attack; nevertheless the pain and associated stress led to heart palpitations. A few days before, a relative had died when his heart fibrillated, and naturally the possibility that I was dying in a similar way occurred to me. The thought came as a surprise and a disappointment, but it did not terrify me. I thought, "Well, it's been a good run. If this is the end of it, well, that's that. Has to happen sometime."
My wife drove me to the emergency room, where I was diagnosed with a bacterial infection. A prescription for a strong antibiotic cleared it up in a few days. I'm just throwing this out for people to ponder who fervently believe that blessed assurance of eternal life is necessary before anyone can view impending death with a level gaze.
Retired Prof,
Perhaps you can leave a written message with your wife that she can post here for when you kick the bucket.
Eg, 'Well folks, I've kicked the bucket. I'd like to say farewell to all my readers. I'd especially like to thank.... and my departing advice is ....'
Regards Kicked-The-Bucket Retired Prof.
Thanks for the chuckle, 1:58. I'll take that under advisement. Didn't Dennis say his father used to say that? Or did I pick it up somewhere else?
Anyway, I'll give it the same attention my immediate supervisor (called Department Chair in academe) gave when I suggested he should have memo stationery made up with the heading, "From the Desk of the Chair."
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