There is absolutely no proof whatsoever that anyone has ever died.
And you will never be able to show me any proof because it doesn’t exist.
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The physical body is not a living thing, that’s a complete illusion, a mind-bogglingly clever one but nevertheless an illusion.
If you cut your boyfriends/girlfriends leg off, would you then jump into bed with it and caress it and say nice things to it, probably not.
Ah, but I’m my brain (my implies ownership, I have one. Who has one?)
So cut off their head and jump into bed with that.
There is absolutely no comparison between a body with you in it and the same body with you not in it.
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So haven’t you ever seen a cemetery?
Yes I have, but so what.
Where is your body that was here ten minutes ago? It’s doesn’t exist, it’s gone, finished, dead.
Where is the body that was here one second ago? It’s doesn’t exist, it’s gone, finished dead.
So how many times have you died in the last ten minutes?
None.
The body has died many deaths but you are still here.
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But I can’t stand it here on this earth.
Me neither, but that’s because we’re in a faulty material consciousness, thinking that we are something that we are not.
For all intense and purposes we are in fact the living dead.
Zombies we are.