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Do you think that zoophiles were whatever animal they were attracted to in a past life?
Interesting thought. If that were the case, then I wonder what the Hell I did in my past life as a dog to end up here.
 
I do not. I believe that after we die nothing is on the other side. No amount of consciousness will ever be transferred over to another form of life. So with that belief, I also believe that before we were born there was only nothingness and non-existence. All the matter that forms our body and mind at the moment of developing in the womb existed in an unrecognizable form beforehand, but what we consider being "alive" and "ourselves" didn't exist. Our thoughts, reasoning, logic, consciousness, self value, and self preservation is all just a tiny pixel in the inconceivably large snapshot on a cosmological timescale. A matter of fact, so is humanity as a whole. We are our own product of past experiences which make up our lives now. A traumatic brain injury could take it all away to the point that we wouldn't even be "ourselves" anymore.

The earth is 4.5 billion years old. Of that 4.5 billion years only approximately 3.5 billion of those years had any form of life. Of that 3.5 billion years only 200 million years had mammals. Of that 200 million years only 200,000 of those years have had anything considered close to being somewhat human like. We are a product of evolution which spans an inconceivable amount of time. There is plenty of evidence to show that this is indeed the case. There isn't any form of evidence which concretely proves that our conscious mind was ever in the mind of another animal of the past. It's all human made speculation.

Even if the matter that forms our mind now was ever in the animal of our attraction in the past, it still doesn't prove that somehow we were them of mind and thought. In the end we are all made up of exploding star stuff. What we make of our own life is truly insignificant when looking at the big picture of the universe. Make the best of the time you have, and don't sweat the petty nonsense. Because in the end, we're so insignificant it doesn't even matter.
 
Past, future, after and any other for of imaginary life is a product of human fear of death. But in fact when you die you stop existing. Your consciousness is the sum of electrochemical interactions in your brain, when these stop, you stop.
 
Based on the evidence (or perhaps I should say LACK of evidence) I've seen so far, I expect that death is the end, game over, nothing there anymore. So, no. Reincarnation (whether up, down, or sideways on the scale) is a non-starter concept for me.
 
Based on the evidence (or perhaps I should say LACK of evidence) I've seen so far, I expect that death is the end, game over, nothing there anymore. So, no. Reincarnation (whether up, down, or sideways on the scale) is a non-starter concept for me.

Off topic, How do you feel about funerals, coffins, embalming, The way American's deal with death in general?
 
Its ridiculously overblown, overpriced, and just plain off-the-wall wonky, by my way of thinking. When my number comes up, toss the meat-bag to the hogs, run it through a wood chipper, put it in a shallow grave, drop it into the ocean - whatever. I sure as hell ain't gonna give a shit.
 
Its ridiculously overblown, overpriced, and just plain off-the-wall wonky, by my way of thinking. When my number comes up, toss the meat-bag to the hogs, run it through a wood chipper, put it in a shallow grave, drop it into the ocean - whatever. I sure as hell ain't gonna give a shit.
I thought about replying with essentially the same thing. Toss my corpse in the ocean or the woods, let mother nature repurpose the now hunk of meat that would be my body. But I realistically know that people will place sentimental value on my body once I pass. Just as I know I'll place sentimental value on the the body of a loved one that passes while I'm living. I'd personally say skip the casket, skip the cremation, skip the $2,000 ceremony. Just embed a dozen tree seeds in my body and bury me in the ground. Let the worms and maggots eat my body but also let a tree grow from the flesh. That should provide my loved ones with just enough sentimental value as well as a feeling that my life may continue in some form. You can actually request this type of burial now, funny enough.
 
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I think there are as many reasons why people like something as there are people all over the world.

If you look at psychology and psychiatric books, most of the tastes we're talking about here are related to paraphilias.
They say that this kind of sexual perversion is related to our childhood deficiency or injury.
But I don't have any of them.

I'm not an expert, and I don't have a deep knowledge of this, but I just believe that what we like is the result of many different reasons, such as our personality.

After all, there's no reason for what we like.
 
I thought about replying with essentially the same thing. Toss my corps in the ocean or the woods, let mother nature repurpose my now hunk of meat that would be my corpse. But I realistically know that people will place a value on my body once I pass. Just as I know I'll place a value on the the body of a love one that passes while I'm living. I'd personally say skip the casket, skip the cremation, skip the $2,000 ceremony. Just embed a dozen tree seeds in my body and bury me in the ground. Let the worms and maggots eat my and body but also let a tree grow from the flesh. That should provide my loved ones with just enough sentimental value as well as a feeling that my life may continue in some form. You can actually request this type of burial now, funny enough.

Once my EEG flatlines, I've stopped giving a shit about ANYTHING. So far as I'm concerned, it's really just that simple. Whatever ceremony whoever does with the pile of meat that's left is a sop to their own feelings - mine have ceased to have any meaning.
 
Its ridiculously overblown, overpriced, and just plain off-the-wall wonky, by my way of thinking. When my number comes up, toss the meat-bag to the hogs, run it through a wood chipper, put it in a shallow grave, drop it into the ocean - whatever. I sure as hell ain't gonna give a shit.

Same, Sadly I also look at it from a hippie pov, sorry, but I still think it's valid.
We're a part of nature but when we die it's become common either burn us and shove us in a container or fill our body full of preservatives then shove us in treated containers that will also never/ take forever to decompose. It's like you spent a lifetime fucking up the planet and this is a final middle finger assuring that even in death you give nothing to the world. Think of how rich the soil could be if we actually let bodies decompose in it the way they should. I feel like we're cheating nature and filling the pockets of idiots.

And once again, Sky funeral is metal as fuck, Invest!
 
Prove that past life is a thing, we can talk after that.

Actually I have a way to indirectly check it, initial results were somewhat promising but as I gather more data it flattens down to randomness. At this rate I'm expecting it to fail.
 
Bien
Creo que hay tantas razones por las que a la gente le gusta algo como personas en todo el mundo.

Si miras los libros de psicología y psiquiatría, la mayoría de los gustos de los que estamos hablando aquí están relacionados con las parafilias.
Dicen que este tipo de perversión sexual está relacionada con nuestra deficiencia o lesión infantil.
Pero no tengo ninguno de ellos.

No soy un experto y no tengo un conocimiento profundo de esto, pero creo que lo que nos gusta es el resultado de muchas razones diferentes, como nuestra personalidad.

Después de todo, no hay razón para lo que nos gusta.
I totally agree with your argument I think that all our "aberrations" are derived from what may have been developed in our childhood and in our growth
 
Well, this thread was a huge downer I wasn't expecting.

I'll counter with nobody knows forsure and anything is possible. The truth is often stranger than fiction.
 
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