| Death is something people in my culture try not to think about much. It is considered that the dead are totally dead and gone, never to be spoken to again and spoken of with sadness and distance. People of other cultures think differently about death. Death is welcomed into the day to day life. Consciousness of death is invited, even celebrated. The dead are spoken to. This second group of people don't believe in the finality of death. They believe and live towards life after death, believing in either some sort of continuum of consciousness or of their own consciousness as the process of an immaterial soul that will live after the body stops. Stories of death and near-death are full of the unexplained and perhaps unexplainable. From a western materialist perspective alone, death is fascinating if you look at it. Where does our consciousness arise from? It must be from the brain, right? And it is a sort of illusion, since we don't have individual souls. The perception of consciousness is a labyrinth of mirrors, self references. Yet, the same machinery for perceiving ourselves is also used to perceive others. We are constantly simulating and imitating one another. We're even working to modify and live up to others' images of us. So the patterns of the consciousness of any individual are actually distributed, holographically, through a community of brains. This being known.... Who or what died when one brain dropped off the grid? (For more in this direction, read Hofstadter). Even more simply, what changes take place in a dying person? What is the difference between a person who embraces death and a person who dies in fear? Is it possible to be happy while dying? What would it take to live a life that ends happily? This is what I mean when I say that death is worth being curious about. |
Various cultures, religions, spiritual people want to deny this. They're probably happier for it, but I can only accept the dull explanation that we just stop and it's not very interesting.