MissConstrue wrote:
Sand wrote:
MissConstrue wrote:
OK, this thread is depressing as hell....>_<;
Ultimate nothingness is what we all experienced before we were born. Didn't bother me a bit. I'm sure that if there is a Hell it's a good deal more depressing.
The thought of it may not bother you and it probably wouldn't bother me in the event of my death. However the thought of it now while I'm still alive does in fact bother me.
Nothingness is still a depressing thought whenever I
think about those who were very close and precious to me now gone. I'm still having to get therapy and am still stifling through the process of just accepting as if it was nothing.
Perhaps, it isn't so much the death itself but that you and I share different feelings and emotions on the subject matter of loss.
The thoughts of loss are very much entwined with my understanding of all knowledge we have of the external world. I have lost very close people in my life and I very much regret their disappearance but I am aware that that piece of meat in my skull is aware of the outside universe only through my senses and how I integrate what comes in through them. As we know people and the world we slowly built them into the reality inside our heads and that is all we know about them. When they die in the real world that dynamic image still lives inside our heads and it is the necessity of coming to terms with reality that makes us kill the person inside our heads and that is a long and very painful process. It takes, for me, about 10 years before it stops tearing me apart and I can accept the death of someone I've loved. But it is necessary to stay alive and sane myself.
THE MAJESTY OF DEATH
The majesty of death
Cannot reign without love.
All power draws its strings
From the intimates of common things
That cross and tie our lives
From day to day, one to another;
The touch, the look, the joy
Of living in a world to share
In happiness and misery.
Time blooms with wondrous insights
That intensify when held in hands
Together.
To feel and know each other's universe
Weaves a web of mutuality that
When ripped by death
Leaves threads
Swinging in a midnight wind.