On Sep 11, 2016 12:04 AM, "Mirimir" <[1]mirimir@riseup.net> wrote:
   >
   > Maybe Facebook will eventually use "AI" to expand on that desire.
   Maybe eventually dead people will even think that they're still alive
   ;)

   Dead people don't think, Mirimir.  Why do you think I tried the
   suicide?  Just for fun?  I was bored, with lots of free time on my
   hands, and thought  "Hey, let's try to discover in person if God,
   Heaven, Hell, Saints, angels, all these things really exist?"  :)

   Well, almost died twice, in different situations years ago.  In one of
   them, in the Intensive Care Unity of the hospital, when I almost gone
   forever, it was the only moment when the strong pain stopped.  I did
   not see any light, any angel, but felt a deep inner peace.  I felt so
   much harmony.  It was like to feel complete again, a so intimate and
   serene happiness.  It was warm, cozy, sweet.  Absolute perfection.

   > So you say. Or so something says, pretending to be you.

   You will never know the true.  Nobody will knows. :)

   > So what would freedom look like?

   Death.  No pain.  No fear.  No thoughts.  No feelings.  No traums.  No
   memories.  No nightmares.  No broken hearts.  No lies.  No masks.  No
   labels.  No judgements.  No Injustice.  Simply, pure and absolute No
   Existence.

   But, well, there will be still chemical elements and all my Carbon will
   become something new.  The beautiful circle of life.  <3

   The human being is so contraditory and confused that even writing all
   these things, I am seriously "life addicted".  I really love being
   alive.

   Even when I cry and complain about feeling my heart destroyed, I
   remember a beautiful music, poetry or thing that still make me feel
   smile.  There is so much beauty in the world, my love.  Even when
   deeply hurt, when feeling emotional and physical pain, I simply can't
   ignore so much beauty.  I tried sometimes, but it's impossible.

   And there are so amazing people in the world.  Even when I want to die,
   it is impossible to me avoiding to smile when I listen children
   laughing, happy, innocent.  Or when I see a happy puppie wagging its
   tail for me, asking to play.  Or when I see the blue sea and feel its
   smell and the wind playing with my hair.  Or when I think about my
   family.  I think it is love, isn't it?

References

   1. mailto:mirimir@riseup.net