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Death is a Direct Indication to God: Unless you are Immortal, or a scientist!
Death is the wall of life. It is never understood. It is not a subject to any of the sciences. It is inevitable, obligatory and insurmountable. Every human miserable being has to die. Have you ever heard of a person who did not die?
Proclamations of reincarnation into other forms of life, whether humans, apes (the same thing), flowers or cockroaches, by Hindus (some 800 millions) and Buddhists (some 300 millions) is a wishful conjectural thinking that have never been proven. If you know the language of apes, your dear ancestors, you can interrogate a chimpanzee in the nearby zoo.
Unless yourself is not cockroach then you cannot ask another of your species about whether or not he, or she, has lived before and now it is a cockroach turn of life. If you yourself feel sometimes like a cockroach then you may follow another of your kind down the swage, where all cockroach enjoy life, and lots of humans two.
No one person has ever died, I mean permanently and came back whether in another form or in an ordinary human shape. Unless yourself are immortal, in your human shape, or a shape of an ape or a real incarnated cockroach, you simply don't have scientific proof for reincarnation. But lots of wise guys in the Western hemisphere, as well as in the Eastern one and in between, believe in reincarnation.
It is the modern fashion to believe in mystic spirituality of some odd trends in the world today. It takes such cockroaches away from their daily sophisticated modernity, especially the cultural norms and values of Coca Cola and Hamburger.
Well, should you be not a cockroach who does not look above his small head and prefer the shit to live in, eat and drink, then you may have hope for understanding little about life and death. We all have to die.
Whether you are Noah, who lived 950 years, or an ordinary miserable human being who lives now up to 122 years, or a lucky one who lives under seventy of age, you have and must face death. It is a wall of which no one knows nothing. No one came back, if it is possible to come back and tell where he, or she, was.
No dead person has communicated with anyone his sightseeing or his wine tasting with another dead person. Zombies do not exist unless in human lively shape. What happens at death? Nobody knows. Scientists, especially the cleaver ones in the United States were bent to measure in their laboratory the event of death for dying people.
Ultra sophisticated machines, ultra red measures and cameras, ultra sensible weight calculators, photography of super-space dimensions were installed but nothing has happened. The ultra machines did not capture one single sign, one single photograph or image, or any weight loss or anything that indicates something, a soul or a spirit, that departed from the corps of the dying person.
Well, these genius scientists realized their incapacity to subject the dimension of life to their laboratory scientific methods. The poor man subject to death research did not contribute anything to science and the scientists were empty handed facing the wall or phenomenon of death.
Our human ignorance in front of death leaves one thing open to the idea of a Creator-cause who creates life and inflicts death at His choice. Both life and death, mysterious as they really are along side our mysterious existence, are inescapable phenomena, even though you might be fed up with your miserable existence and decide to take your own life, but despite your wise decision, you have to face death and die. No way out, I'm afraid.
