The mind is derived from the organ named the brain. The mind is a manifestation of the organic function of the brain.
When you impair the brain – you demonstrably impair the mind.
Therefore, the death of the brain is the death of the mind.
But.
Should one be a coward who fears death, who cannot accept the prospect of oblivion; one must invent a fantasy whereby the mind is Other to the body, the body a vessel for the intangible mind, a vehicle.
Should this vehicle then perish, such a coward can be preserved beyond death, in a second “life”, removed to an invented second plane of existence by a chorus of angels….
Ah, such comforting delusion…
Please explain to me what is surviving death in this fantasy?
Does this…. it’s a soul, isn’t it? ... possess memories? How are these carried with it? Does the soul possess some sort of “spiritual” organ with which it stores memories of its time in the body? Does this soul possess sensory awareness? With what? How does this soul interface with the body? Does it have a nervous system? Does the soul have behavioural phenotypes? How does it acquire these if it has no genes? Consequently, does the soul have a personality? Personality is a manifestation of nature (behavioural phenotype) and nurture (learned behaviour, experience, memories).
If the soul has all these things, what is the point of their equivalents in the body?
If the soul, lacking the above requirements for such, has none of these things – then what of it is you?
How does one demonstrate the soul?
If one cannot demonstrate the soul, if it cannot interact, cannot effect, cannot be effected, does not have a spacial value, then can not one consequently say that such a thing does not exist?
But this sort of search for knowledge is not the point of this thread, I think. It is comforting to believe in such things. It gives hope, and when the mind in question is weak and fearful hope is the only thing that keeps it going…
Hope that death is not the end. Hope that the worms and maggots will not devour ones flesh and recycle ones matter back out into the world, for use by other organisms….
Hope that one is not so inconsequential in the face of the universe as one seems…
Hope to be spared the trial of existence in a heavenly second life; a life where all ones wishes are met without effort and where one can gently melt away in the soporific embrace of an all-pervasive god entity…
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Why do people hate life so much that they fantasise about escaping it into another life?
Another life, yet still a “life” ....
What is this fear of mortality, this deification of impermanence?
Nothing lasts forever.
And yet nothing is destroyed either.
Your body will die and you with it. The mind is as mortal as the body.
Yet your constituent parts will not be destroyed and might find life again in another organism.
As they did before you were born.
There is no beginning; only change. There is no end; only change.
Same with life and death.