Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Death

(note: originally when I tried to type the title of this post it was Dearth because of an obvious typo. For you word people out there who know that dearth is a word and you know its definition)

I like death. It's interesting. Probably because it's the one thing man can't control, and the ways they try sometimes just make me laugh. And laugh. And be mad.

Ray Bradbury said it best:
"...the dream of mankind has been to someday kill death..."
He says a lot of things best.

Anyway.

We are so afraid of dying. It's such a.... strange thing. The end of life. The end of our secure little place. People like to say that they believe they cease to exist after death, but to my way of thinking that's pretty stupid. I mean, what's the purpose of living if it's all going to just end one day? "Oh, you can make a difference in the world! Be green! Change somebody's life! Donate to charity!"

Really?

That's interesting, because all those people you changed and helped and made the world healthy for are just going to die someday too, leaving behind either no difference or another worthless difference that only benefits other people who are going to die leaving behind either no difference or another worthless difference that only benefits other people who are going to die leaving behind either no difference or another worthless difference that only benefits other people who are going to die leaving behind either no difference or another worthless difference that only benefits other people who are going to die leaving behind...

Can you tell I think about this a lot?

Yeah. Um, it's kind of important, unless you think the purpose of life is to just make yourself happy. It's a well known fact that just leaves you feeling empty, though I have yet to discover it for myself. Not sure I want to.

So what choices of belief does that leave us with? Not many. Just one I know of in fact.

I'll leave you to figure that out for yourself. =P