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Mon, Sep. 5th, 2005 12:59 pm

How does one deal with death? It is the one constant that is equal for all. We all die and have to face that reality at some point. We may reach it in different ways, but ultimately, our experiences will all be the same. The dark end of life.

Yet, as living creatures, it seems so foreign to us and it frightens us. It causes us to run away from it at all costs. It keeps us from taking too big a risk. It haunts our very last hours.

But why?

We creatures, who have transcended limitations time and time again. We've scaled the world and flown towards the stars, but we can't save ourselves. Even if we cheat death a million times, it will still find us on the million and first. We, of wonderous technology and a wealth of wisdom and knowledge, are still incapable of defeating death. We can only delay and elude it for so long. Yet in all our wisdom, we continue to try to out-smart it and hope that we can avoid our fate. It is beyond us.

But worst of all, is that it robs us of those we care about.

If all life were going to be instantly snuffed out, we might not fear the end as much as we do. We fear it because it removes us, one by one, and leaves the rest to feel the gap. The emptiness that contains only wispy traces of those whose time had come. A last reminant of their lives. As if cutting away a patch from a living quilt, where all adjacent feel the loss and cling to the threads that once bound them together.

I don't think we were meant to know how to deal with it.

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Mon, Sep. 5th, 2005 09:12 pm (UTC)

I don't believe that we were either. There are things that we still cannot grasp, and death is inevitably, one of those things.

Tue, Sep. 6th, 2005 02:18 am (UTC)

I think I will share my favorite quote with you.

"Nothing is certain until you are dead, and even then I'm sure God negotiates."