Life and Death..What are they?

[Acoran]

Yeah, I know all my debate have somethign to do with 'Life'

 

Ok, What is life? I don't me what is the meaning or the answer (42) but what is it?

 

To me: Life is everything we don't do. As humans we live our lives in order to do the tyhings we haven't done. Then Death is the end of that 'doing of the stuff you haven't done' because, depending on your belief, your either in a place where it has all been done, or your no longer able to do it. You've lost your capabilities to do everything you haven't done.

 

Please, don't turn this into a flame zone of befiefs....

[wesaynothin]

Life is an hour'deurve (sp?), and when Death comes, that is it. At least thats it for me.

[Malchik]

DUKE VINCENTIO

Be absolute for death: either death or life

Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:

If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing

That none but fools would keep; a breath thou art,

Servile to all the skyey influences

That dost this habitation where thou keep'st

Hourly afflict. Merely, thou art death's fool,

For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun,

And yet runn'st toward him still. Thou art not noble,

For all the accommodations that thou bear'st

Are nursed by baseness. Thou'rt by no means valiant,

For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork

Of a poor worm. Thy best of rest is sleep,

And that thou oft provok’st, yet grossly fear'st

Thy death, which is no more. Thou art not thyself,

For thou exists on many a thousand grains

That issue out of dust. Happy thou art not,

For what thou hast not, still thou striv’st to get,

And what thou hast, forget'st. Thou art not certain,

For thy complexion shifts to strange effects,

After the moon. If thou art rich, thou'rt poor,

For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows,

Thou bear's thy heavy riches but a journey,

And death unloads thee. Friend hast thou none,

For thine own offspring, which do call thee sire,

The mere effusion of thy proper loins,

Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum

For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age,

But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,

Dreaming on both, for all thy blessed youth

Becomes as agued, and doth beg the alms

Of palsied eld: and when thou art old and rich,

Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty

To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this

That bears the name of life? Yet in this life

Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear,

That makes these odds all even.

 

 

CLAUDIO

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where,

To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;

This sensible warm motion to become

A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit

To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside

In thrilling region of thick-ribbèd ice,

To be imprisoned in the viewless winds

And blown with restless violence round about

The pendent world; or to be worse than worst

Of those that lawless and incertain thought

Imagine howling, 'tis too horrible.

The weariest and most loathèd worldly life

That age, ache, penury and imprisonment

Can lay on nature is a paradise

To what we fear of death.

 

 

Shakespeare put's it so well (Measure for Measure)!

[Caveatar]

Life is the universe struggling to behold itself.

Death is the end of a temporary attempt.

[Maquissar]

Life is when you are not dead. Death is when you are not alive.

[Zmid]

Life is an illusion caused by the universe being the great Snozeuflu's dream, and death is when he wakes up. :P

 

Makes as much sense as any other answer I have heard. In short, no-one really knows for sure. ;)

[The_Reaper]

The only two certain things in your life.... :rip:

[Zmid]

The only two certain things in your life.... :rip:

You're forgetting taxes. (Unless, of course, there's a little secret you'd like to let me in on... ;) )

[ObsidianKnight]

I prefer not to think about death, sentience, and afterlife. Stuff like that.

I mean, when I think about whether there is an afterlife, I get worried. I mean, are we reincarnated? Do we live with God in Heaven, eating all sorts of rich food, yet never gaining weight, and remaining buff as gods?

Are we simply observers of life (I mean, out of body experiences)?

Or are we simply surrounded by blackness, unable to think, see, or do anything?

 

Thanks guys. Now I'm depressed.

[OddGuy]

I believe that life is that short but sweet time we have while our soul resides in our body. Eventually, the soul must go on. I believe that the soul can go wherever it wants to when it passes to the next stage; I believe in reincarnation, but I also believe in Heaven. I believe that our souls may rest in Heaven for a while, and if they get bored, they can come to Earth, or another planet, for a little change of scenery for eighty years or so.