Just curious about in a nutshell how you envision heaven? So I know some of yall have very supernatural driven beliefs about heaven that leads to it just simply being something outside of this universe and so what happens in this universe does not matter as far as this is concerned.
As many know I learn more towards naturalism. Materialist? Sure. Since I see no evidence for anything outside of this universe and I don’t see evidence for magic within it, ultimately it’s just fallsnint the …. Not even sure what you call it. Just that without evidence, something to me is synonymous with fiction. It’s he said she said by an unknown.
So many don’t fear death. As in they are not afraid of dying. Nothing significant anyways. Some are and some find the idea of ghostly bodies roaming a world of light as peaceful. Or that we get physically resurrected into new bodies. The Bible definitely says that….. but it says all kind of stuff that just not literal. Accomondationism is the blanket I toss over everything not natural.
So even when I try to think of heaven as this magical place instead my mind still just drifts into naturalism. I think it death most often as this. My biggest fears are that I’ll die before I’m able to make plans the care for those love. I’m far more worried about my living loved ones , such as my pets and not scared of what I best see as just rest finally, sleeping forever.
So when I see my own death my thoughts go like this. I hope I have a green burial. I don’t want any chemicals in me. I don’t want to be preserved. I don’t want an expensive coffin. I don’t want to be at a cemetery or burned. I want to be buried on my property. I want to be wrapped in cloth and placed in a very decomposable cardboard coffin. I want bugs, bacteria, roots, fungi and so on to break me down. I want my body to be turned into food for other living beings. I imagine my flesh breaking down and being absorbed as nutrients by roots and fungi. That my energy and parts become pollen, flowers and fruit. That as calcium leeches from my bones they eventually become snail shells. That my body goes back to nature. That my body and the bodies of my deceased pets become food for wilderness.
Then long term I think of my molecules becoming all these things. I think of continuing as different forms. Not me as in my personality but what I’m made up off. I see even eventually potentially our sun becoming a red giant. Eventually I’m just chemicals in a dead planet that becomes fuel for a star. I’m chemical reactions as stars explode, are born and die. Internal the stars winking out as I become radiation and so on. That in 100tdillion years my energy changing again and again. Just like I was made from stars.
So when I think of heaven I think of it as myth being symbolically used as a way to see the good in the heat death. If we do become immortal beings somehow, what about the death of the universe? Are we in a dimensions outside of this?
I know no one knows, just curious what they think.
)—I was simply pointing out what I see as the logically unavoidable consequences of annihilation, if it were real. I know that many people claim to find meaning even in the prospect of annihilation, but to me, that seems nonsensical—oxymoronic, even (as I don’t think that meaning can be created, only discovered. Or at the very least if you create a meaning out of thin air you should at least be able to delude yourself into believing that it’s not entirely created because believing that you can create true meaning in a truly meaningless universe is an oxymoron of the highest caliber, self-deception at its absolute finest). And I suspect that the vast majority of those people still hold onto at least a sliver of hope, tucked away somewhere. I’m highly skeptical of the human mind’s ability to truly grasp and accept the full consequences of annihilation without descending into utter despair and madness (if assumed to be true).