A near-death experience left the actor with a sacred knowledge sure to ruin your plans for the great beyond
I think the place that you go when you die and the place you go when you sleep are the same place or maybe overlapping.
And religious people who get NDEs also see what they expect to see. It’s not actually death, it’s a near death hallucination and can’t tell us anything about actual death.
I don’t think there is anything there after we die, but near-death is just that. Near death. He didn’t die and he didn’t confirm anything. It’s impossible to confirm the lack of an afterlife. All we can do is say there is no empirical evidence for such a thing.
You can’t prove a negative.
Also, at least on DDG, searching for that phrase returns some pretty interesting results.
I mean. I feel like if I had a cardboard box I think I could prove that there wasn’t a horse in it.
The real problem here is that we can’t prove he even looked in the box.
Could you? Or could you only empirically prove that there was no horse in the box when you opened it? Maybe there was a horse in it that ran away very quickly immediately before you looked in.
It’s extremely unlikely, for sure, but not physically impossible. Even if it’s a very small box, maybe it was a very small horse. Perhaps one of those duck sized horses I’ve heard so much about on other, inferior sites.
I think the meaning of the phrase isn’t meant to be literal; or, actually, sorry, is meant to be extremely literal. Without absolute knowledge of the universe, you can’t prove with absolute conviction that a very small, very fast horse didn’t exist in your hypothetical box. It’s a pedantic saying, to be sure.
But yeah, I agree about the afterlife.
(If I had a nickel for every conversation I’ve had on Lemmy about the afterlife in the past day or two, I’d have ten cents, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.)
Back in January, in the hospital, my heart stopped for 8 seconds. I was asleep, I had no idea. I woke up and was fiddling on my phone, nurse comes in:
“Were you asleep about an hour ago?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Your heart stopped for 8 seconds.”
“Um… thank you? I don’t know how to respond to that…”
I have a heart monitor connected to my phone now, continuously monitoring. It’s stopped a few more times since then, 4 seconds here, 5 seconds there. Doc says not to worry about it, no cause for a pacemaker yet.
Tbf, while your heart stopped, you brain didn’t. If your brain had totally stopped then you wouldn’t be here. Not saying anyone’s right or wrong, just pointing out that a stopped heart doesn’t mean that you’re fully dead…
Which is funny, because when we got married, I paid the officiant extra to do the speech… ;)
are you really basing your healthcare guidance from an 80’s era comedy?
still better than american healthcare…
No?
No.
I have observed that, with enough money, doctors can fix just about any problem you have, except for a dead brain. Can’t breathe? We’ll breathe for you. Can’t digest your food? We’ll do that for you. Heart won’t beat? We even have machines for that. However, if I’m not mistaken, doctors can’t restart a brain after it’s stopped. That’s the one thing that can’t be fixed.
That said, if your heart has stopped then you’re basically one foot in the grave and will probably die without immediate medical attention (unless you’re like the guy I was replying to, where your heart occasionally just takes a break for a moment). As such, it would be apt to describe you as mostly dead. You’re not beyond saving, but that’s where you’re headed.
That description reminded me of Miracle Max’s diagnosis of “mostly dead” and so I threw in the gif.
Happy?
I have observed that, with enough money, doctors can fix just about any problem you have, except for a dead brain.
Speaking as someone who went to the Mayo Clinic this year, no they can’t.
I mean, I mostly wanted to mock our ridiculous healthcare system. It is pretty barbaric, at least when the bills come due.
Jesus tapdancing Christ, how fucking dense are you?
not quite as dense as you.
I guess I really should have tagged it /s.
Even if you had tagged it with the sarcasm, it still wasn’t a funny joke in the slightest. Try again.
7,5 bpm is a great resting pulse bro /s
Oh, yeah, that was the 2nd night in the hospital… 1st night it was the same scenario:
“Were you asleep about an hour ago?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Your heart rate dropped to 40.”
“Um… is that… bad? I don’t know these things…”
Apparently, yeah, for heart patients a resting heart rate of 40 is bad (Bradycardia).
My partner was dead about ten years ago for several minutes. He said the same thing. Nothing out there.
Why does he look like he’s trying to unsuccsessfully sneak up on me.
As expected.
I imagine your brain starts going nuts and firing off synapses randomly while trying to fit that into something sensible.
Making for a helluva trip.
I dunno.
Maybe they didn’t want him? (/s)
