Pondering upon this for some time, I've meditated on the subject of dying. But not just dying, the concept of death itself, and it came to me that
human beings have a tendency to have an irrational fear of dying. Religious individuals not so much. Christians have their Heaven, Muslims have their
Paradise, Buddhists have our rebirth. Atheists are somewhat left out in the cold, with a persistant view of death as an eternal slumber, the moment
when you go to sleep never to wake up again (although this is not definitely true, as Buddhism is technically atheism, albeit spiritual atheism).
But that idea, that our minds are like computers, and bodies like machines, does a tremendous disservice to who we are. Once you remove the magick,
the spirit, and the wonder from all things, they became nothing more than a flash in the pan, and we, like robots, ragdolls which are pushed and
pulled by the ebb and flow of existence.
There are those sorts of people who tell us these things. "We're born, we live, we die, and it's game over. You just go black for all eternity."
Firstly, that sort of person is whom you need to watch out for. They're saying something about themselves. Secondly, it's illogical and, dare I say,
has no science to back it up.
We are conscious, exhibiting curious behavior that makes us unique expressions of this whole thing, everything, the universe or God, whatever name you
want to ascribe to it. All of this is you. Every person is you, roles in a magnificent play called life, but as an actor can only play one part at a
time, so you must experience this wholeness one at a time.
In being consciousness, there's no end to you, because there's no end to the Universe. How can one go to sleep forever, when you never woke up to
begin with? Your state is an awakened one, but an aware one? That's different. Are you aware that you cannot be ended, as you never had a
Long ago, when men and women were living in caves and huts, drawing from the land for food, the name of the game was survival. We were primitive,
barely thinking and rather bestial. As we went from a survival state to a tribal state, then to an agrarian state, building fortified walls to keep us
safe and subsequently installing further measures, guards which later became policemen as cities expanded further and further and the need for higher
I reflected upon this, and realized that, although we feel like we left our primitive survival nature behind, it still lingers, despite having become
highly evolved, both physically and mentally. The very idea that we still must survive is an outmoded form of thinking, one that we don't need
Once realized, death no longer becomes the period on the end of our sentence, but the beginning of a new adventure, a new set of experiences in a
lifetime that we may either make our Heaven or our Hell, or somewhere in between. Death isn't something we must mourn. After all, do we mourn when the
sun sets and our day turns dark? Do we mourn when it rains, or snows? Do we mourn when the tide rolls out?
Certainly not, as the sun will rise again, the rain and snow will cease, and the tide will come back. We may lose someone we love, but if we know that
theirs is a body of flesh and bone that will pass on, as even the most beautiful flowers shall wither and die, then we will not feel sad, but instead
rejoice in the wondrous cycle of life and death we all must ride, until we become awakened from inherent existence.
The greatest thing of all of this is the truth of death: It is only an illusion, as is the fear of it, as fear is an illusion that inhibits us from
being who we were fully and truly meant to be.
All things pass, all of this will too. This is what in Buddhism we call samsara, the impermanent nature of things. Then see what happens, if all of us
no longer fear death, whether for ourselves or our loved ones.
We would no longer need war, as we will not fear our enemies. We will no longer be pressured by authority to keep us safe with draconic laws, as we
won't need them. The ways of old are done and gone, and we have reached such a high place in the chain of evolution, that survival is no longer the
name of the game.
The rules of the game no longer include fear, revenge, judgement, divisiveness, hatred, and loathing. Instead, the rules are up for us to make. The
pieces of a chess board are forced to move in such a way that is given to them, because we think that's the way it is and the way it will always
But a game of chess with no rules at all? Why, that's the best kind of chess of them all.
I look forward to hearing your thoughts, from theists and non-theists alike.
edit on 6-1-2012 by ManjushriPrajna because: Typo