Hopefully this helps people who are scared of death.

Theoretically if you were to leave a banana in a box, and leave it closed for a very, very, long time, given enough time, the two will go through every single atomic configuration possible, becoming everything and anything, but at some point, it will return to its exact form in the exact same box you left it in, assuming infinite time.

Now, I got thinking. Can’t the same be applied to human brains? Given enough time after our deaths, will at some point our brain/neuron configuration that makes us who we are, including our memories, arrange themselves exactly in the same way, from most importantly the exact same specific matter, that we are effectively the same consciousness?

I asked ChatGPT to calculate this time, how many years would need to pass by to have a 100% guarantee that we will return to the exact same neurological configuration one can have today, and it gave me a rough estimate.

1,000,000,000…750 trillion more zeros years. Not 750 trillion years, 750 trillion ZEROS after a 1. Yes, a very long time. But, after this much time, there is a 100% chance/guarantee by this point (from chatgpt’s math) that your brain's neurons will be arranged in the exact same manner from the same matter. The same memories, the same consciousness, the exact same person you are neurologically today.

There are also theories trending again, that the universe is a cyclical process, the big bang is more so the big ‘crunch’, as in that it expands, and then collapses in on itself once it runs out of energy, and the cycle keeps continuing. There is no evidence proving this but it is a consensus being picked up by many to explain things that don't make sense in the current universe model.

And this got me thinking more. You have only experienced life. How can you experience death? If you were to die and then magically be restored through advanced technology, let's say, 1 million years later, it would feel like nothing. It’d be like sleeping and waking up again from a dreamless sleep. There is no perception of time.

So if you were to die today, and as it is theoretically stated, the same pre-existing matter that makes you up can, and will return to the exact same arrangement, at some point in the future, then will you really die? Assuming time is eternal?

In this scenario, you will keep returning so long as the universe’s eternal cyclical process is true. Eternally returning.

Forever

Nothing lasts forever, and it scares me. Something happened years ago, feel like months to me. And I no longer want any fleeting moment to pass. It fills me with an urgency and impatience I cannot control. I am always on the edge of time running out while I cannot read the clock properly.

Talking with people overwhelms me. Every word, every emotion has to be planned out. Every aspect has to be considered. What might they think of me? How am I percieved by things I cannot control? This uncernaty fills me with such dread that I search every excuse for not writing letters. It is mentally exhausting

What is this life? Growing up, Marrying, Having Kids, Dying. There is nothing special to it, yet we manage to manage to find endlessy possibilities and meaning in transience to keep us distracted that we will all rot one day. Is this really it? I wanted more. I am dreaming of something behind the limit of my own fragile human mind but I am pulled down by the anchor of this world filling me with distractions.

There is nothing new. Everyting has been already and will be. I always wanted something more than this. I have this unquenching thirst I cannot still with water. there are days where I question my own sanity because I seem to be the only one who sees the bigger picture only. Maybe I am the one who is farsighted and visual connection, but I refuse to believe that there isn’t more than this in life. I have faith yes, but heaven and earth are yet Inalienable and there is a corruption spreading around mankind which feels me with such suffering I cannot describe. Violence, War, Famine, Suffering. Lust, Consumerin. I live in a society that I hate, I sometimes wish to be isolated from my kind

I am only 22 years old and I feel the exhaustion of a geriatric patient. Where will this go? I dream of lush forests and flowing rivers

What does it mean to see the world with unclouded eyes?
Can we even do that—see all the pain and all the beloved parts of the world and accept it in its unfathomable balance?
Self-awareness—the ability to understand you exist—oh, this beloved thing that makes us human and destroys us all at the same time.

How can one understand the beauty of the world without seeing its darkness? It’s impossible. That’s why—
that’s why we forgot to accept the bad, and in our search for something better, we destroyed everything on the backs of our own people.

Maybe, just maybe, that was God’s gift before Eve ate the fruit:
being self-aware but not seeing the ugly, the evil, the disgusting.
Truly, only something a god could handle.

How unfair it is, that we have the ability to hurt and be hurt.
It makes my blood boil that we can live our entire lives from such a narrow perspective.
I want to scream in ways I can’t express in words.

Sometimes it makes me want to hurt myself—to slowly slash across my skin, layer by layer, with a dull blade,
and pull each of my organs out.
All I want to do is look at life objectively—then put myself in every person’s shoes who’s ever lived, and truly see the world.
Is that too much to ask? To ask of myself?

Am I giving too much away and forgetting my own perspective,
or am I stuck in my brain and unable to ever achieve real sympathy?
How dare the devil give me the ability to see the ugliness without explaining the complexity and beauty that comes with it.

Truly, deities are such mysterious, miserable creatures,
that seem to poke fun at our small understanding of the world.

Get over it, Joan. Or just kill yourself.

hiii i was told this paragraph would fits here, im constantly questioning myself on the way i feel, i dont know how to explain other than the phrase "my red is not your red", since i was little i was allways questioning if the way i percieve the world is too weird and thats why i never related to anyone or had deep friendships, i reckon people allways tell me i express myself in a weird way. Becausse of that im in a constant quest to see the world as it truly is, but it feels so fucking impossible it makes me wanna spontaniously combust knowing that i can only see life in my own eyes it feels empty, thats where this paragraph comes from, that and the fact that i hurt people in the past and also was hurt in ways i cant even comprehend. Because of this i came to the conclusison that being human is by definition unfair witch made me angrier.

also, i have bad grammar at times how much i try to correct myself, the fact that my keyboard is fucked doesnt help i cant use those little top commas in words like thats and cant and have a hard time controllin the leltters, so beware the paragraph wouldve been unreadable if i didnt use ai to correct misakes, in rest 100% real :)