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.
Coming into this really late, but your post made me think of stuff Marcus Aurelius wrote about a lot.
"Every part of me, then, will be transformed and ranged again in some part of the Universe. That part of the Universe will itself be transmuted into another part, and so on for all time coming. By some such change as this I came into being, likewise my progenitors, and so back from all time past."
Coming into this really late, but your post made me think of stuff Marcus Aurelius wrote about a lot.
"Every part of me, then, will be transformed and ranged again in some part of the Universe. That part of the Universe will itself be transmuted into another part, and so on for all time coming. By some such change as this I came into being, likewise my progenitors, and so back from all time past."