to begin with, you asked if "the concept exists".
well, as long as you can understand the ideea expressed by a statement, I think you can surely say that concept exists. Like androids and cyborgs; the concept is quite well represented in Sci-Fi movies and so on, but until now, I did not meet with any robotic humanoid (or did I ?).
so, the concept of reincarnation exists and it has a bunch of believers behind it.
the part with determining reincarnation, this is more of a spiritual understang - revelation, rather than a logical, out of the book explination. Also, you will need some religious knolodge if you really wanna explore all the possible answers to your question.
and yes, reincarnation can happen, like many other things on this world and there is nothing so special about it. Is like forgeting to grab your car keys on your way to work and going back to get them.
cheers
2006-07-11 08:24:47
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answer #2
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answered by char00OO0OO0 2
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I think what you're asking is if reincarnation really happens.
The short answer: Nobody knows for sure. When people say they believe they may be on firm ground. When they say they know, they have stepped onto quicksand and their argument is sunk, as far as I'm concerned.
My opinion: I have been drawn to the idea of reincarnation, but have difficulty either believing or disbelieving in my own personal return after death, and my best guess is that this is my only shot at this world, then, if I get a return engagement it will be a surprise, hopefully a pleasant one!
Will I return after death? First of all, who am "I"? I, as I exist, am the result of many hereditary and environmental factors and many personal choices. If this is what makes up a person, a person is a unique product of his place, his time, his opportunities, his choices. In that case, that person can never be repeated, either by cloning, computer copying as in some science fiction scenarios, nor by "reincarnation".
Such a conclusion, I am aware, ignores the question of whether the human soul is an eternal essence capable of many existences in many forms, a sort of "yeast" capable of making more loaves after we, so to speak, "burn the bread" in one particular life.
I've read all the stories that everybody has read, but have found no convincing evidence that this is true, that people come back to the world after dying, but it might be-- I haven't seen any contrary evidence, either! So let's continue the discussion by asking: During reincarnation, just what is it that returns to earth?
The proponents say it is the "soul", defined as the "essence" of the person. But what is the soul? Some think it is the stuff-- the "is-ness", the clay, of which the specific forms of human existence are fashioned. "May an old man enter his mother's womb and be born again?" No, say reincarnationists, but his soul may enter the fetus of another baby, be born to another mother. This soul, this essence, this metaphorical "clay" from which each new "Adam" is fashioned, is not spoken of by its proponents as a physical essence, but as something distinct and apart from the body, something that lend identity and meaning to the body, as a battery lends light to a flashlight.
They, but not they alone, think of the soul as the part of us, distinct from but intimately connected to the body, that perceives what the eye sees, listens to what the ear hears, gains true understanding of what the brain comprehends, perhaps learns to truly love the mother and father who give support and sustenance, the mate who pleases the senses, the children produced out of sexual desire for the mate and out of the deeper desire for continuance of our own in the world.
Why do our minds cling to the idea of such an essence, an immortal soul? Why is it not enough for us to know that our children, or the children of our kindred, will continue after we are gone? Why do we cling to the idea of living again either on earth or in eternity?
If it is because we are afraid of death, we may take consolation in the fact that death itself will calm that fear! Think: if death is a deeper sleep without awakening, well, then, arriving in the grave, we shall have neither hope nor fear; but, if death is a portal to another life, we will know that the fear was baseless. "Fear not," Jesus said wisely. "Love casteth out fear."
I think we should all quit arguing with each other about something that there is no answer to, for neither believing nor refusing to believe will change the outcome. We should neither believe nor disbelieve in anything-- either the atoning death of Christ or reincarnation-- because we are afraid of dying, or, worse, afraid of God.
I think we should put our hopes on love for the people who exist while we are in their lives to help! Without that love, all religions, past and present, are annulled insofar as having any impact on this moment and this world. The mind that focuses on the world's present suffering is better than the mind that focuses on philosophies and selfish hopes for our own personal future.
As Ingersoll wrote, "The hands that help are holier than the lips that pray"!
If Heaven is real, surely a life lived in love on earth will be more fitted for eternity in Paradise where there are no enemies to get revenge on, no persons or nations vulnerable to conquest or illicit desire, no means of fulfillment of gluttony or greed for wealth. It is only the crudest concept of Heaven that literally expects streets of gold and luxurious mansions. Such a Heaven as I conceive and have described would be Hell for a person who had devoted his or her life for self-indulgence and greed.
If reincarnation is real, then, also, a life lived in love is the best preparation for a better existence in the next life.
Any way you look at it, love makes for a better life for ourselves and mankind in general. Work to improve our own lot and the lot of our neighbors, of mankind in general, and, in time, the rest will take care of itself. For it is not what we believe, but what and whom we love, that determines who we are, and who we are determines our destiny.
2006-07-11 10:26:43
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answer #5
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answered by John (Thurb) McVey 4
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