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The Afterlife Propositions
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Heretical Rants



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PostPosted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 7:35 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Observation: we would be unable to detect an object moving towards Earth at near light speed anywhere near soon enough to even try to intercept it

Proposition: when you die, you will become part of the Sun's fresh new belt of ice and debris!
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PostPosted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 8:19 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Proposition: When you die, your soul becomes a robot-program, and you are thrust into something like Twitch Plays Pokemon.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:12 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Proposition: You are a big old knob. On a stiff, stout wooden door. In an impressively long hallway. Your life behind you is swollen, practically bursting with memories and experiences, feelings and sensations, thoughts and ideas, and other gooey life stuff.
When the smooth, soothing hand of death grips you, twists you about and then gives you a good yanking, you open and the contents of your life come gushing out, spilling into the hallway.
As all the other knobs get their yankings and spill their contents, which mix together as they fill the hallway.

Individual lives don't matter any more. It's just one big slurry of life stuff. Identities merge into a grand, singular substance, a lengthy length, perfectly fit to the shape of the hallway. The members of this universe join, and cease to be members; there is only THE MEMBER.

Anyway, the point is that you're all fucking knobs.
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