The problem with most of our lives is we don't appreciate death. And by the time we do ... It is then too late to profit.
I’ve written previously about our wrong, incorrect, unfortunate relationship with death. I say “unfortunate” and “wrong” because if we really did embrace death, and understand its importance … if we didn’t look away from it but looked it right in the eye - we’d be much better off. The society we live in, the spinning modernity of steel and speed, is a cult of time - time worshipping that ignores death and the timelessness that is the air, the very air we breathe.
"The foundation, the force and purpose of life is found in death. Death is life's taskmaker and soil.”
Our body, and our minds unceasingly seek out death despite our protests and imaginations. The body wastes away on the stem of a mind programmed by death. Our cells, every cell divides and produces death dust championing our own demise.
With each breath we take, we kill thousands of microorganisms. Trillions of types of bacteria dance and dream us into being beyond our microscopes and machinations.
If you want to look for the answer of being -- look littler, look to the infinitesimal, look down not up. Down into death, that place deeper and deeper where death resides. Deep and deeper I say, not higher and higher to a clown god of everything and thus, nothing.
So, enfin, our life, our brief time here on this planet is to be a host of death. To cater to death's every whim and wish. We are death's dasein. It’s a way of being alive. We make death visible, beautifully visible and enlarged. Do not be afraid - death will use you in any and all cases.
Rhyme
Softly, softly, our natures sing.
The sun it rises, the warmth will bring.
Slowly, slowly we start to wake
the day a death
for heaven’s sake.
Never, never - we see too far
necessity it blinds
the scar we are.