Tuesday, November 18, 2003
  I don't want to die. No-one in his or her right mind does, really. However, some of us seem to think about death a bit more than others. There is really only one reason for this. We want to understand. Of course, this is one of those things that we, none of us, will ever understand and we know the truth of this yet that doesn't stop us from trying. Is it just that we have enquiring minds that want to know? Is it just that the metaphysical fascinates and draws us? Well yes and yes but it is mostly this: There is LIFE in death. The fact that we, as humans, can and will someday die makes us live that much more.
"... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars"
, as Jack Kerouac said. That inner fire of ours makes us glow and it is only there BECAUSE our lives are fleeting. We are young, and as youths we run around and bump into things and do stupid shit constantly and we live like tomorrow is our last day because it very well may be. We live our lives on death's timetable but, far from making us morbid or depressed, it only makes us more determined to live life to the fullest, and to wring every drop that we can out of it. This is a uniquely human thing. You don't see monkeys or lions cliff-diving or mountain-climbing. Why are these things a rush? Because we know we can die. It is the rush of passing death in the hall and walking on and still living. Every hour we live in spite of death is a wonderful thing.
""Be not as one that hath ten thousand years to live; death is nigh at hand: while thou livest, while thou hast time, be good."
- Marcus Aurelius Some people never think about these things and I can't for the life of me understand why.... Anne let this go at 11/18/2003 10:40:00 AM

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