The only reason people die, is because everyone does it. You all just go along with it. It’s rubbish, death. It’s stupid. I don’t want nothing to do with it. I mean, what’s it good for, eh? Think about it. I made my mind up arse deep in burgundy mud. “Hob Gadling”, I told myself, every man and woman dies, they say–
– Except the wandering Jew, Ahasuerus, who denied our Lord.
Yeah. Fair enough. Everyone dies, I thought (Except for maybe the wandering Jew ), but why the hell should I? I might get lucky. There’s always a first time.
If you are still afraid of death, read ‘Fantasic Voyage’ (non-fiction) and other such nonsense to convince yourself you could possibly live forever. Just gotta hold out long enough for the next medical advancement. Then the next one. Indefinately sustainable life but for an unsustainable planet. Cling desprately to life and watch it become a nightmare.
It’s the inherent nature of man to fear what he doesn’t know.
Can you imagine what it must feel like when your consciousness seizes to exist? Neither can I.
Of course it’s a question of balance, I don’t cling desperately to my life if there’s no direct threat. I just think it’s healthy to laugh in death’s face as if it were just a concept. I admire Hob Gadling people who can do that and be genuine about it. It’s very entertaining and makes one feel like they can do anything.
I watched a video of woman who had been hit by a vehicle, and was ripped in half. She was still alive, laying there with no legs; a crowd formed and stood around her, talking and pointing and taking pictures and filming with their cellphones.
Not a single person bothered to hold her hand. To even attempt to comfort her in her final moments.
That is why I hope I am alone when my time comes, if I can’t be in the comfort of home, and surrounded by family. But none of that is what is referred to when they say everyone dies alone. No one is with you when you face the Choronzon.
The only reason people die, is because everyone does it. You all just go along with it. It’s rubbish, death. It’s stupid. I don’t want nothing to do with it. I mean, what’s it good for, eh? Think about it. I made my mind up arse deep in burgundy mud. “Hob Gadling”, I told myself, every man and woman dies, they say–
– Except the wandering Jew, Ahasuerus, who denied our Lord.
Yeah. Fair enough. Everyone dies, I thought (Except for maybe the wandering Jew ), but why the hell should I? I might get lucky. There’s always a first time.
Your going to die i’ll make sure.
Hob Gadling… the man speaks truth.
Sandman! Bonus points for you.
most likely
No I won’t, I’m bringing my passengers with me.
If you are still afraid of death, read ‘Fantasic Voyage’ (non-fiction) and other such nonsense to convince yourself you could possibly live forever. Just gotta hold out long enough for the next medical advancement. Then the next one. Indefinately sustainable life but for an unsustainable planet. Cling desprately to life and watch it become a nightmare.
It’s the inherent nature of man to fear what he doesn’t know.
Can you imagine what it must feel like when your consciousness seizes to exist? Neither can I.
Of course it’s a question of balance, I don’t cling desperately to my life if there’s no direct threat. I just think it’s healthy to laugh in death’s face as if it were just a concept. I admire
Hob Gadlingpeople who can do that and be genuine about it. It’s very entertaining and makes one feel like they can do anything.i still maintain that i am unkillable and will never die. no one has been able to kill me yet, and it is unproven that i can even die.
Reminds me of “I’ll live forever or die trying.”
Eh, immortality is over rated, I haven’t died my whole life, and I must say, its not that great.
Isn’t it from Donnie Darko?
“Everyone dies alone.”
-Captain Malcolm Reynolds
I’m gonna die and be dead at some point and its going to be awesome.
I watched a video of woman who had been hit by a vehicle, and was ripped in half. She was still alive, laying there with no legs; a crowd formed and stood around her, talking and pointing and taking pictures and filming with their cellphones.
Not a single person bothered to hold her hand. To even attempt to comfort her in her final moments.
That is why I hope I am alone when my time comes, if I can’t be in the comfort of home, and surrounded by family. But none of that is what is referred to when they say everyone dies alone. No one is with you when you face the Choronzon.