What happens when we die bros?
>>545081781like being born, but the other way around
We go in the soul blender.
>>545081781same thing that happened before you were born
>>545081781we go to heaven
>>545081781ur consciousness takes another form
>>545081781basically nothing. Know how like when you go to sleep and wake up and have no dreams in the period in between? It's like that except you don't wake up.
>>545081781
u are being reborn in another universe
>>545081940>bro death is the same as before birthmaybe if you're a thirdie automaton with no developed consciousness to lose
it's like a dmt trip. extreme time dilation. you'll live another eternity in a nano second
>>545081781The world carries on without us.
>>545082094>consciousness to loseconsciousness is exactly what you lose when you die
>>545081781You fall asleep, have some crazy dreams and when those finish you are reborn as a new entity with no conscious recollection of the former you. Its like old billy the shaft shaker says:To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: there’s the respectThat makes calamity of so long life;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,The insolence of office and the spurnsThat patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover’d country from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the willAnd makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;And thus the native hue of resolutionIs sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pith and momentWith this regard their currents turn awry,And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisonsBe all my sins remember’d.
>>545081781Begs the question: nothing happens.
>>545081781You get reincarnated as a blade of grass 50 billion times
Who knows, this universe is unexplainable as it is. Anyone that claims to know what comes after is full of shit.
>>545082094>I am le magical being
>>545081781nothing, nothing ever happens
>>545081781Literally nothing. The simulation (hallucination) ends and the memory is erased. Game over.
>>545081781Depends on your highscore
>>545082094Blacks have no soul.
