I was watching a documentary in which the director was interviewing people who lived hunter/gatherer lives. He asked someone what they thought happened after death, and the response was that they put the dead bodies in the cave. Despite the director's best efforts to clarify what he meant, the man responded that the bodies go in the cave and looked at the director like he was stupid for continuing to ask the same question.
They had no concept of an afterlife despite being a continuous ethnic group for longer than agriculture has existed. For all that time until today there was no need for promises only granted after death. It's disturbing to me how important that promise is for most of us, otherwise the world we made for ourselves could be intolerable.
When I was in after heart surgery, in a teaching hospital, one day there was a commotion among the nurses, one popped into my room and told a nurse that was already there "Hey, there's going to be an Exitus", to which the other nurse responded "I'm fine, I've already seen it, but you go watch".
Exitus, means death. They were all rushing to learn what death looks like... then have an orderly make the bed for the next patient.
I started working as a patient care tech in an OR a year ago and I got to sit in on an organ procurement of a brain dead patient. They did the procedure on a stretcher that was meant for outpatients, so it made me feel weird to know a person had died on it. I threw away the pillow though
When I was in after heart surgery, in a teaching hospital, one day there was a commotion among the nurses, one popped into my room and told a nurse that was already there "Hey, there's going to be an Exitus", to which the other nurse responded "I'm fine, I've already seen it, but you go watch".
Exitus, means death. They were all rushing to learn what death looks like.