You stop. End of story. There's no you, and no you to know there's no you. The remnants of your body may be there for some time, and the memory of you may exist as a meme in other people's mind for a long time, along with pointers by way of pictures, writing, and other data that is left, but that is all. You only "exist" by way of an emotive, expansive definition of the word in the minds of the living.
It's such a hard concept to wrap ones mind around though, isn't it. Nothing, non existence. Far easier to construct an elaborate narrative that is comforting and soothing. I tend to agree with you ecib, but I hope you're wrong because I'd really like to keep on keepin' on with the same people I've been keepin on with.
I find that non-existence isn't hard to wrap my mind around in the slightest. What is mind-shatteringly stupefying to me is why anything exists at all. I've literally had to pull over to the side of the road while driving while pondering that before. I wish I was too but I'm not. Can be terribly painful for creatures with self-preservation instincts and surrounded by people/things they care about. Can also be much less painful with the right perspective and a commitment to not take it for granted while you're here.It's such a hard concept to wrap ones mind around though, isn't it. Nothing, non existence.
but I hope you're wrong because I'd really like to keep on keepin' on with the same people I've been keepin on with.
Very glad to hear this. I've never fully understood why I -- specifically me -- exist, or why any of us exist in any sense. Why the fuck is life something that happens? Not just life, either, but space and stars and everything on down. No clue. Cosmic accident.I find that non-existence isn't hard to wrap my mind around in the slightest. What is mind-shatteringly stupefying to me is why anything exists at all. I've literally had to pull over to the side of the road while driving while pondering that before.
Nothingness doesn't happen to me every night. The concept of nothing is something I can think about but not something I can conceive or view in my minds eye. I can see darkness, but that darkness has quality. "Nothing" is impossible for me.
I've always imagined it as when you sleep, the period you aren't dreaming is like being dead. If I were to die in my sleep tonight I wouldn't even have a chance to care if I even noticed.
It's not hard at all. Just think, you experienced non existence for eternity up until relatively recently up until you were born. That's how I look at it. I've not existed for the vast majority of the life of the universe.