Humanity's Stuggle With Death.

This scene is made-up, just a dream of mine, but I tried to articulate the feelings that come with death. When someone you love dearly is lost. The feelings that come out of such a struggle are truly there, my mother and my grandfather died when I was younger, and left a lasting impression on me about God, and the afterlife. About the love and the relationships I had with them. I ask you: What is there other than this ultimate reunion of souls?

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Why would life be worth living without eternity?

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Are the feelings of total partiality, and love all part of humanity's innate abilities to become one with eachother?

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This struggle invokes feelings like no others, death becomes a benchmark of memory. What can honestly explain this? Why are humans like this? And why are only humans like this? Why do the polar bears not cry? And why do the plants not mourn the death of relatives?

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Why are we special, and who/what made us like this?This message has been edited by prophex, 01-15-2006 09:33 PMThis message has been edited by prophex, 01-16-2006 02:53 PM

Many have a fear of death. Like you, I cannot imagine a world where THIS is all that there is and is the "whole point." Others will challenge your questions. Who is your target audience? Shorten it up a bit and decide whether you want to discuss your personal philosophy and feeling or whether you want to ask the audience why they think that there need no be an afterlife. (You indicate that there surely MUST be an afterlife.)

How's that.?

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