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Originally Posted by JohninGpt
That's a wonderful outlook Mr. FAX.
All I know is that I was a hair's breadth from kicking the bucket for an extended period of time, and honestly, I've never felt so alone in my life. People talk about family staying with you until the end, well it's a great thought, but when you die, you do it alone, it's an awful thing to contemplate, especially when you've been lead to believe it's imminent.
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I've shared a similar experience, Mr. JohninGpt. The experience fostered a heightened interest in philosophy, that's for sure. And, I think it was Nietzsche who said that, "Beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. Living beings are only a species of the dead, and a very rare species." ... or words to that effect. Of course, Nietzsche was a nut case, so we have to take that into account.
The point is that we begin to die the very moment we are born. The inevitability and our efforts to avoid it at all cost are both merely aspects of life itself ... and both give rise to our most basic instincts as living beings. I understand the fear associated with the prospect of death (followed typically by mute acceptance). But surely, since it's our certain and sure destiny, why not approach it like everything else? With curiosity and courage? The fact is that we all merely borrowed time and life must ultimately be returned to its rightful owner. I'd like to think that I'll return it with a happy heart and with gratitude for the loan.
Otherwise, who knows? Maybe you could wind up as some kind of mid-ether residing poltergeist, a non-entity wandering the streets in ghostly form, unable to either transcend, or pass into the light, or return to a natural existence, ever seeking and scavenging some unknowable state of reality, and eternally haunting the back alleys and cab stands to scare the beejesus out of the poor, innocent people walking out of bars and restaurants ... on second thought, that last part sounds kind of good, too.
FAX