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Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
this part of the afterlife, you imagine something analogous to your Earthly life, and the thought is blissful: a life where episodes are split into tiny swallowable pieces, where moments do not endure, where one experiences the joy of jumping from one event to the next like a child hopping from spot to spot on the burning sand.
from Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman
Zach Kirshner added 8mo ago
The missing crowds make you lonely. You begin to complain about all the people you could be meeting. But no one listens or sympathizes with you, because this is precisely what you chose when you were alive.
from Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman
Zach Kirshner added 8mo ago
“For millions of years, my people had no notion of her, just as a flatworm is unlikely to discover that the planet is round; a colony of bacteria will never know the walls of the flask; a single cell in your hand will not know it is contributing to a concerto on the piano.
from Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman
Eli added 4mo ago
you cannot revel in the simplicity unless you remember the alternatives.
from Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman
Eli added 4mo ago
Tragically, many people leave just as their loved ones arrive, since the loved ones were the only ones doing the remembering. We all wag our heads at that typical timing.
from Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman
Eli added 4mo ago
You try to explain this to the creatures, but it is fruitless: not only because they don’t understand you, but also because you realize how little you understand about our machines.
from Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman
Eli added 4mo ago
Here in this Purgatory, all the people with whom you’ve ever come in contact are gathered. The scattered bits of you are collected, pooled, and unified. The mirrors are held up in front of you. Without the benefit of filtration, you see yourself clearly for the first time. And that is what finally kills you.
from Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman
Eli added 4mo ago
And God consoles Himself with the thought that all creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.
from Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman
Eli added 4mo ago
We are quite satisfied with this arrangement, because reminiscing about our glory days of existence is perhaps all that would have happened in an afterlife anyway.
from Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives by David Eagleman
Eli added 4mo ago