what do u expect heaven to be?

[xRas]

You die then rot... nothingness

[J.R.]

Interesting thought: If human's used their full brain capacity, could that hold the secrets to the possible past/future?

We do use our full brain capacity

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/10%25_of_brain_myth#Refutation

Then another thing to consider,
"Although many mysteries regarding brain function exist"

[Stanforever]

everyone ive met in my whole are assholes.......so if heaven exists it must be empty.

And i was joking about the hip hop thing said above.

Kyun bhai? What makes you say that?

because everyone i know is a sinner.

So lets talk about hell.....thats the place where we all will meet again.

u got what in your hole?

shit.what else

[Beak]

Reincarnation has got me thinking lately. For an example, some people are animal lovers. I like animals, dogs, cats, etc. For some reason all animals seem to gravitate towards me. Almost like they used to be human and knew me at some point in my life. Or I used to be one of them in a past life. Now of course I don't really believe this or even reincarnation itself. Sounds weird, but just makes you think. Kinda like the whole deja vu aspect of it being an action you have done in a past life or meeting someone new but it's like you know who they are.

Heaven's gotta be a place where your finally at ease, at rest. Where you don't have the everyday pressures, struggles, or stress of life.

[Slim Fiasco]

I'm an atheist so I believe (100% sure) that there will be nothing afterwards. It'd be just like those parts of the dreaming/sleeping process that you don't remember; or like your first months on earth.

u can't be 100% sure about something like this... u can be confident about ur belief but never 100% sure

I am for myself man, there's no doubt in my mind that there won't be anything after we die. Now can I prove that or something? Of course not, but I guarantee you as far as I go . I do want something to be there though, but that goes against logic and what's real so I'm sticking with my opinion.

[Innovation]

I really like this quote from Steve Jobs (R.I.P), I never really thought of it that way before I listened to his speech.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it, and that is how it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

[Beak]

It's kinda funny how life works. When your a baby, your parents take care of you. They teach you to talk and walk, change your diaper and feed you. If you make it to 90 + years old, it's the same thing. Except your kids are changing your diaper, feeding you, helping you walk, and helping you talk. It's like your repeating the steps you took as a child.

[Sam.]

I remember everything from my previous life tbh.

[Innovation]

I really like this quote from Steve Jobs (R.I.P), I never really thought of it that way before I listened to his speech.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it, and that is how it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

but still the question is, what happens to the old?

That's the question we can only speculate about.

[xRas]

Believe owt you Chelsea fans

[JamaicanPattlez]

Maybe we never die? Maybe our life just keeps restarting and we make new choices every time.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. You wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

This needs to be a book. If there is, I'm definitely reading it.

[Ka0t1c]

[Slim Fiasco]

Have you guys seen "Defending Your Life"? That shit offers a great idea about this whole thing.