death

I don’t expect anyone to read this. It has the very wrong title. Death. What does it mean? Is it something that happens to others and not to me? It is difficult to imagine it happening to me, yet that is precisely what will happen, to me, to you, to everyone who is alive now. The end of life is death and the end of death must be life. How did life come about? Low entropy and all. How did life emerge out of a dead universe? That is the proposal that science makes, that life began in an accident of high heat near hydrothermal vents in the deepest part of the ocean. Each life is like a wave on the ocean, rising only to fall back down to an inorganic state. And if that is so, how can non-life become life? What a mystery!

I can remember vague memories from very early on, and probably I (and others) have some memory of the womb. As the senses come onboard, a sense of self appears... the id entity. This is followed by birth. Coming down the birth canal must be difficult and a real shock to the infant, who is only half aware yet fully awake to impressions such as touch and sucking. These impressions must be in there although I nor you can remember any of it. There is a perpetual movement in life which starts with the breathing. When breathing stops it is only at the moment of death that the breath leaves the body and doesn’t return. We should be grateful for the breath of life but usually we don’t even know that we are breathing. We take everything for granted. We take life for granted, which is correct, because we cannot imagine our own death while we are dreaming life. We are hypnotized into thinking that we will always exist.

There will come a time which is outside our slotted time - that is, we belong to a certain time and we stay inside this time loop. Perhaps we live the same life over and over (some say nine times) until we either go upwards or downwards in level. But this is nothing but conjecture. We cannot imagine the world except that we are in it. I will venture something... we are permanent within “our time”. That is to say, we are bound by the time of our birth and death and only live inside of it, even if we can learn about history before “our time”

Everything has it’s “time”. Atoms live forever but can combine or break up in molecules. Forms changes but the game remains the same. Northing can be lost or destroyed... only changed. One day we will die and our body returns to it’s constituent parts, flesh to the earth; personality goes to the moon and the rest, well... the rest goes somewhere and becomes something else but “we” no longer take part in it. Can we imagine this? A world without us in it. Everybody else continues in their own ‘time’. It can barely be imagined, because we are inside our time. We cannot break free of our time and we are subject to it’s machinations. It is too late to not exist. We live. There is nothing we can do about the fact that we exist. We will live and then there is an end to life. We go through that door, to what we cannot know. Is it just empty sleep or the beginning of a new journey? We can’t know from this side, which is life.

As we exist, it is not possible to not live. We live in a vortex of time and space, which will disappear at the moment of death, What comes then is nothing but a guess, and not an educated guess either. Just random thoughts about life and death. Is any of it correct? We cannot know. You can’t get there from here, so enjoy the ride. We will all die soon, leaving the world for others to taste. Blessings to all, both to the living and the dead. Enjoy life, as it is both strong and fragile and will be taken away sooner than later. Take a deep breath and live... you have no choice but to live.