@Ding an Sich,
Ding_an_Sich;168164 wrote:I have thought about it time and time again. After I brood over what I would do, I realize that committing suicide would be senseless. The dignity of a man is immeasurable; to make myself a means to an end undermines the dignity bestowed unto me by God.
What you would do or how you would do it?
Perhaps that is the purest reason for doing it, to become senseless.
It is hard to live a life that you have no sense over but which your senses insist you must still be with no sense of.
Imagine that for a moment, having to go through all the senses every second and no way to catch or release them, absolutely making no sense of a life that does not even know whether to battle the senses or submit to them.
Imagine not being able or ready to understand your senses.
The senses after and before all is able said and done is that by which we are able said and doing to make sense of anything.
What if one is unable mute and undoing?
Dignity and even God are senses, what if they were so real as to never be real?
Never real for the reality of them?
It could be argued dignity and God are controls, what if the only way you can understand such as restraint and release is to stop having to try and control the ultimately uncontrollable?
There is but one true control in all existence, that everything and all that exists can depend controls, and that is that all existences end.
The only thing we need never doubt of life is that it shall finish.
There is only one thing you can trust is your death.
Imagine a existence so untrusting untrustworthy the only thing one can trust becomes the existence.
Existence is the end of existing.
Who then is more deluded? those who think they can control and trust other things instead of the only thing that can be, or those who trust and control the only thing that can be?
To those who trust anything that is not the only thing that can be,
trust is their own brand of immortality.
Immortality whether real and trustworthy or not is actually meant to be untrustworthy else it has no worth.
Death 'means' nothing unless we think it does.
What gives us our immortality is our doubt.
Just some thoughts of mine,
even though luckily for me today I agree with yours first.