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It’s honestly hilarious—humans are probably the only species that sits around pondering the 'meaning of life' or obsessing over what happens after we kick the bucket.
Personally, I don't think we’re any different from the other creatures on this planet. Our hardware is the same: organs, muscles, and bone. The other day, for no reason at all, I bit my own finger, just like I was gnawing on a chicken claw (a common delicacy in many cultures, consisting primarily of skin, bone, and tendons). It felt disturbingly similar—the same slender shape, the same joints; the only difference was that mine was still raw.
People love to talk about Heaven, Hell, or reincarnation. But if we get an afterlife, what about the horses? What about the billions of chickens we’ve eaten? They are lives, too.
I don't buy into any of it. To me, death is just death—a biological cessation. The breathing stops, the organs shut down. That’s why I cherish my body. I know it has an expiration date. Like any other object, it wears out, breaks down, and eventually succumbs to the inevitable pull of entropy.
(P.S. Just my personal perspective)
← Back to ArchivePersonally, I don't think we’re any different from the other creatures on this planet. Our hardware is the same: organs, muscles, and bone. The other day, for no reason at all, I bit my own finger, just like I was gnawing on a chicken claw (a common delicacy in many cultures, consisting primarily of skin, bone, and tendons). It felt disturbingly similar—the same slender shape, the same joints; the only difference was that mine was still raw.
People love to talk about Heaven, Hell, or reincarnation. But if we get an afterlife, what about the horses? What about the billions of chickens we’ve eaten? They are lives, too.
I don't buy into any of it. To me, death is just death—a biological cessation. The breathing stops, the organs shut down. That’s why I cherish my body. I know it has an expiration date. Like any other object, it wears out, breaks down, and eventually succumbs to the inevitable pull of entropy.
(P.S. Just my personal perspective)