Your thoughts please…
umm.
He’s a guy with a big ole’ hood and a scythe…
unless he’s like that Twilight Zone epidoe where it’s a man in a black suit…
or unless it’s like in Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comics where it’s a cute girl who has a penchent for black…
or like that show on showtime where it’s alot of people…
i dunno, one of those.
Cessation of input and output?
A reason to live well.
Death is mortal option that we usually fail to choose because we are weak. The strength of death in our mortal realm supercedes life. We fail to align ourselves with its realm and we run from it. In the end, death is our only friend, who has infinite power. (I’m sort of tired so I apologize if it is a choppy or repetitive response.)
How can we say death supercedes life? Does not being supercede being? They’re two states, related only in that they’re opposites. That’s like saying black supercedes white, (unless you’re playing chess… or is it the other way around? Been awhile since I played.)
Anyway, point being, identifying with death gives value to something we know nothing about except that it’s the point where your brain stops working over something that we know everything about. In fact, not just everything, life is the only thing we know. Death (in this sense at least, obviously not the literal sense,) is an abstract, a zero that only entices those who fear life. I’m not saying there’s no afterlife, just talking about death as an object of fascination.
How?
Care to elaborate?
I can think of one superceding being here.
This is good.
Hmm… not necessarily.
Some claim that they were once dead; made it back. Their claims can be disputalbe , but they sound so real.
I think it is good.
Death’s like God, one of those things we cannot know about. Speculation is fun, but ultimately futile.
Perhaps there is a bony-guy with a large farming implement. Perhaps there is a cute Gothette who takes your hand.
Perhaps you go to heaven, perhaps you go to hell, perhaps you go to Willie Wonka’s Chocolate factory and become an Oompah-Loompah for all eternity.
Perhaps you become simply fertillizer.
Don’t court it, don’t fear it to the point it cramps your style.
Leave some kids behind. Leave a book behind. Leave a painting behind. At the very least - sponsor a park-bench to your memory and let weary people rest their butts on you. Be Useful.
Leave your smile behind.
murdoc’s discourse on death sometime ago inspired me to conclude that death is truely - an insignificant little prick - you know that event that happens during the time you took to close your eyes at the very imobile end of your long life
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Sky, does this mean we should follow you?
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Cheeky Sky is pointing at his avatar…
death is really irony…almost…you know you need oxygen to live, but it’s the oxygen that kills you…
Death provides an answer in the realm of existentialism. It is supposed to create anxiety that makes us get things done and decide how we want to do them. I wouldn’t mind having a couple of hundred years to work on this, but that’s the way that it goes.
Death is also an unknown factor in your life. It could happen now or maybe 500 years from now due to some techno advancement. Perhaps you do get that advancement and then some nut throws gasoline on you and sets you on fire. Opps! Your life is not guaranteed to last for any specific amount of time. Don’t waste time. That is unless you choose to waste time.
Anyway, the idea of death can make you live well so that even when only a few minutes are left then you can feel satisfied knowing that you did a good job (whatever that means).
Personally, I would hate to be in the Twin Towers on 911 on the 100th floor and realize that I was a neurotic asshole that never got to express himself.
Well said.
(Speaking of existentialism and anxiety, there was a book by Sartre’s girl friend – I believe her name is Simone-- it was about ‘death’, does anyone know about this book?)
Yes, enlightened one!
Get it now – you are indeed expressing yourself here
Death: An angel that releases your soul from your body.
Personally, I hope Death is a cute girl… wouldn’t be as awkward
Death= The greatest gift given to man.
Believe me the infinite is not something you’d enjoy… I saw it one night and had the worst hangover ever.