Luckily by the time you get there I’m sure you will feel it will be yourself soon, and will be more a feeling of existential dread than a fear of loss.
But what makes it sad, death is the harm of deprivation, presupposing lack, loss, or absence of some future goods. At the same time, people deprived of things valuable for them try to acquire them joining some movements or struggling for some privileges.
Perhaps I should’ve spelled out why I am so willing to embrace death. I do not care about myself and of the general opinion that I could do more for mankind by throwing myself into violence. I wish to make someone I hate or who opposes my end goals bleed out right alongside me, I ain’t picky. The problem is that even if I end up like my 3X great grandfather and practically don’t age till I’m 70 I would still face some amount of slowdown in my physical or mental faculties, slowdown that may make me less effective.
The only way I could be convinced otherwise would be if I could purge my biological fathers blood from my veins. Or if I do my damnedest to get myself killed and somehow survive. Not like I’m rushing into it, I swore an oath to my friends that I wouldn’t do anything unless I get a Stamford bridge.
Luckily by the time you get there I’m sure you will feel it will be yourself soon, and will be more a feeling of existential dread than a fear of loss.
But what makes it sad, death is the harm of deprivation, presupposing lack, loss, or absence of some future goods. At the same time, people deprived of things valuable for them try to acquire them joining some movements or struggling for some privileges.
Perhaps I should’ve spelled out why I am so willing to embrace death. I do not care about myself and of the general opinion that I could do more for mankind by throwing myself into violence. I wish to make someone I hate or who opposes my end goals bleed out right alongside me, I ain’t picky. The problem is that even if I end up like my 3X great grandfather and practically don’t age till I’m 70 I would still face some amount of slowdown in my physical or mental faculties, slowdown that may make me less effective.
The only way I could be convinced otherwise would be if I could purge my biological fathers blood from my veins. Or if I do my damnedest to get myself killed and somehow survive. Not like I’m rushing into it, I swore an oath to my friends that I wouldn’t do anything unless I get a Stamford bridge.