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Evening you beautiful anons. Since I was a teenager I've been constantly contemplating the futility of life and if what we do during it amounts to anything. I've tortured my mind trying to find answers to unanswerable questions. What is death? Do we have a conscience or a "soul" or is us just random molecules carefully put together? Can that be salvaged from our rotting corpse?

People say live your life to the fullest, be happy and enjoy your time in this world. That's bullshit, even if you lived two hundred years as the happiest man, in the end it wouldn't be enough, it never is. Happiness is a distraction, achieving goals is a distraction. The essence of all of it is the misery and helplessness you'll feel on your deathbed one day.So why try? What gives you guys incentive? As I see it, no matter what I do in life, I'd give it all away before my last breath if that meant I could live a day more,wouldn't you?

Not even technology can save us from it. An AI that can backup your conscience doesn't quite cut it. Your biological self is still going to experience death, whatever that feels like, only now there's gonna be a copy left of you. The only way you can maybe be you forever is an eternal brain, preserving that biological tissue.

Which leads to more questions because we have no fucking clue what a "soul" or a conscience is. As I type this, the truth could be that every time you fall asleep you die, your old conscience is gone and a new, fresh copy of it is what you wake up with. It feels continuous to you, but in reality it's not. It could happen every time we blink, or once a year. It doesn't matter if this hypothesis it's true or not, because even if it is you wouldn't think anything of it, it all feels fluid to you even if you are about to die in a couple of hours.Rinse and repeat.

So how do you cope with such thoughts? Do you just bury them?

Also, I'm poor which is making this worse, leaving my BTC tip jar just in case: 1dcGPUuJdQHUURwwByGztzSLG3Pa9KoQ4