What an existence we have. On the one hand our neocortex is telling us we die.
From other parts of the brain we are hard wired to survive at any cost.
I think this is the source for discontent in life for humans. The biggie.
Philosophically we are stuck with this quandry. Bring out the opiates.
Did our neocortexes always tell us that we would die? Does it really tell primitive peoples that they will surely die? Does it tell the religious or spiritual that they will surely die? The neocortex has come up with interesting ways to go along with the hardwired survival part like inventing souls, spirits, the afterlife… The neocortex must be highly influenced by the hardwired brain, at least in most peoples. Those who know that we die tend to become unhappy because they cannot reconcile this conflict or do not let the hardwired brain influence their neocortex as much as do a lot of people. But, their unhappiness could be due to the fact that they also suscribe to the premiss that life is inherently better or preferable than death, which probably indicates the incomplete rejection of the hardwired brain afterall.
Just my speculations on your post.
Perhaps nature is providing a way out. Since the arrival of self-consciousness, identity has become human priority. Through the constant use of neurons to maintain this identity in thought, we are wearing out the neurons giving insidious rise to senile dementia and Alzheimer’s. Then we lose all conception of our own demise. Before that, we are to busy living to worry about it.
You are posing as a ghost who owns a fleshy machine that tells you what to think. Rather extravagant isn’t it?
and we will , physically
of course , because the spirit NEEDS the physical
inotherwords , only in the physical world can the spirit world manifest
what Humans don’t understand is the importance of both worlds
the physical and the spiritual
north—can you say more about your spiritual world.
what i am trying to write-----
we are in an awful dilemma. we know we are not going to survive. what other animal knows that. nada.
yet our central nervous system is hard-wired to survive at all costs.
what kind of shit is that. a quandry called reality.
and for those that believe in heaven. if it is so good why dont you go for it.
Hi, Turtle.
Now that’s a good OP! IMHO, humans have evolved in perspectives because of our evolving brains. Extremes of consciousness of self, which is the source of all morality and suffering, is a neocortexial development. Damasio describes it as a fall into mind (from the innocence experienced by other animals). Right lobe holism works to offset left lobe, boxed in particularizations. In our time, the left position rules simply because of the technolgical comforts it allows us to invent.
We are in the predicument you describe. Aldous Huxley once noted that we are like amphibians, partly in the sea and partly on the land. The folk saying is that we have our feet on the ground and our heads in the air. We are not done evolving, however.
What causes our inability to complement in this situation is the insistence by many of the necessity of dualism, either as Hegelian resolutions to supposed polarities or as personal confirmation of supernatural self-substantiation.
Because we still have work to do. (Duh.)
smirk what work—
Yes. Yes. The opiates.
That’s what you need to discover, Mr. Turtle.
no one wants to answer this one. because we have work to do. how about that.
Too simplistic, mankind has it seems evolved to always be in a state of discontent, because this furthers our species survival. It therefore behoves us to accept death as inevitable and set ourselves reasonable goals with or without some mythology to convince us of an afterlife or oblivion. Death is just a change from consciousness to oblivion for me. I fear it rightly so, because I want to therefore appreciate what it means to be alive and conscious for as long as humanly possible. God need not apply.
what work is that, a rock up a hill perhaps. 
If all you see is rocks and hills.
Well even a rock is better than nothing. But at some point we must take a break. 
Sorry, I never much cared for Camus.
I never much cared for Descartes, meh we all have our thang.
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i wonder about that state of discontent helping us to survive. other species arent in that state and they have survived.