But you wouldn't know colour existed in the first place.
I wasn't making a metaphor. If I were color-blind, and told that I could never see color and since there is no way to fix it and because there is no afterlife in which my vision will be restored, it has a soul-crushing permanentness.
Why is there any reason to now? You seem to be suggesting that the only reason anything matters is because there is life after death?
Well, there'd be no reason to not say, put anthrax on my last will and testament, as there is zero consequences for doing so because I would be dead.
If there's nothing after death, there is nothing but the world. I don't know about you, but that would make me care about the world quite a lot!
The world is full of murderers, rapists, spiders, and textured walls. I don't like it all too well. And there would be something besides the world, there would be fictional worlds in which you can see your life pale in comparison towards, which yourself could make.
Yes, then what?
I... cannot comprehend this attitude. At all. Perhaps that is why your point of view is so baffling.
Perhaps.
Your happiness is derived from knowledge that things will be better after you die?
I'm happi
er for it.
But evidence seems to point towards atheist (or at least secular) societies being better than religious ones, is my point.
This is because they are more recent, and thus have had less time for atrocities to be committed within them.
Why does everything become meaningless and futile if it does not last forever? Why are you incapable of appreciating a good book once you've read the ending?
I like fan fiction, and write it.
Why can you not enjoy a song after the music fades out?
I enjoy cover versions, re-mixes, and parodies.
Why do you no longer like a film after watching the final scene?
I adore fan films.
Why do you not relish the taste of a delicious meal unless you can eat it forever and ever?
I often ask for the recipe after consuming a meal from some one else so I can do just that.
Why is the love of your friends and your family inadequate simply because they will not stay with you for all eternity?
It makes them leaving more bitter and uncopeable, not their actual relationship inadequate.
Why can there be no beauty in that which is finite?
There can be, its just depressing to observe it die.
I don't understand. Is it not typical of us humans to truly appreciate only that which can be lost to us, and not that which we take for granted, that which can never be taken away?
By "truly appreciate" you mean "deathly afraid of losing and thus don't do much with it because you don't want it in danger", than yes.
And what exactly would you do with your eternal life if you had it? What meaning would you fill it with?
I'll figure that out in the eternity given to me.
Do you not see how time and repetition dull your favourite song,
I have listened to Billie Jean 1003...sorry, 1004 times, (I started keeping track after noted how many times I was listening to it) and I still like it, if not more due to it being such a nuanced thing.
I've had spaghetti five (make that six) times this weak.
I love my picture on my walls because I am given ample time to look at them and study them.
Do you honestly believe true life - not the mere state of living, no; I mean life - could ever exist without death by its side?
This life needs death, the afterlife needs death as well, but not full death.
Do you think existence in perpetuity could possibly be preferable to the beauty of growth and decay, birth and passing away, immeasurable joy and insufferable pain?
I prefer plastic flowers to organic flowers because the latter depress me when they sour up and die. That should give you your answer.
Tell me, first, what meaning is to you; tell me first what you would do with eternity on your hands. Then, perhaps, we can talk.
I'll live without fear.