Sink into death’s dark warmth

Death has a hold.
It possesses me.
I’ve always been entwined with death. We know death, but we don’t all live it.
I’ve lived death. I began living death young.

I fear death, but as I grow older, I find inklings of passivity in regards to future non-existence.
Only the fool does not fear death, and greater is the fool who does not consider death.

I spent many hours whiling away my nights and days thinking of death. Of what it brought and foreshadowed, the eternity it promised. Death is different for each. If you are like me, death is a void. It is “unlife.” Death is a conjunction of immateriality. Done.

Death for many promises the beginning of something, and thus, they should not be afraid.
Lurking in every heart is an ember of doubt. Doubt expressed is sacrilege. Doubt is refutation of god’s promise. The more we learn to embrace doubt, the better we are prepared for Death.

Doubt is the elixir which cushions the hammer of death. The more we doubt, the greater grows doubt, and thus our hesitancy to accept miracles. Miracles are the destructive opiate of our humanity. Miracles destroy, they do not create. Miracles soften our constitution. We sought food, we sought shelter, we sought fire. And we sought miracles.

Death is brutal, cold and primitive.
Death springs and that is why he is fearsome. Death springs, he lurks, he surprises, he is the attacker we know lives. But we act surprised. Death is the jack-in-the-box surprise. We twirl this life and twirl and twirl and one day, he explodes out his cellar. And we act surprised. And the fear permeates our relentless existence.

Prepare for and study death. Think about it. A lot.

Each moment of your life should be an exercise in amazement at the magnificence of death. We should grow to worship demise. Don’t question or refute it.
Death is here for good. It is our choice to welcome it or vainly close the weak door against its powerful thrusts. Death requires devotion. Death is empty without our involvement.

Death is surprise. This is its violent power. But if we embrace it, the surprise is diluted. Shock is dampened. Live each moment as if death is knocking on our door…because it is. The greatest delusion is that death is far and unforeseeable. Swallow death whole daily with your bath and you will be stronger because the mystery of death will then not be laced with inhuman abruptness. Absorb death into your oozing tendrils. Death is friend. Death is not next, nor was it then. Death is now. Death enshrouds. Death is a cocoon. Your are dead now. Do not breathe, do not blink. We are ghosts. We lived and died and all else befell our momentary spell. We don’t know what we knew. Brevity awaits. Rather than fight the wall, let us decorate it.

Feel yourself sink. Listen to the slow sensation. And die. Sink. Sink deeply and lust for the dark warmth because you don’t know what it will bring. Some of us have died. We live again. Death can never breathe again. But you can act. Pretend, for it’s what we do.

Live the life you never had and shut up about it.

  • Hmm, you should have mentioned this day off sooner :-)!

  • Oh great depressing one! I know that I am going to heaven. What will it be like? Nothing like here. Do I have doubt? Sure, but not serious doubt. I think of hearing when someone like an Andrew Breitbart dies, it is like wow! Did not see that one coming. Only 43 years old. But it is true we all will meet that fate someday. But I just do not “embrace” it as you do. I live life the best way that I know how and hope that the next life, heaven, will be like it says in the Holy Bible. BTW, do you think that you should be doing this at work?! LOL!

    • David

      I may be an idiot but I would never blog at work. Actually, my job keeps may way too busy to ever blog, even if I wanted to. I need my full mental energies when I’m writing, anyhow. Plus, I have the day off :) Even commenting is just something I don’t have time to do at work. I think I’d like to retire and become a full-time commenter, problem is, no one will pay me. If anything, they may pay me not to comment on their blog heh.

      I think there is a misunderstanding about what “living” is. Many, most, people seem to be fixated on living by doing but this is an escape. Living as expressed by doing crap that means nothing. It’s filler, and they escape life in this way. Life is not fun, it is not misery. Face it head on and don’t feel obligated to fill a bucket list. BTW, bucket lists are the most idiotic commericalistic BS propagated on us.

      • You said it. You are an idiot! And really, that is what lunchtime is for. Research! And if you multitask just right, you can research a lot! LOL! I kind of think that this Bucket List thing is, dare I write this, another one of those SWPL things. Sure, I want to travel more before I croak. There are a lot of places I want to see. You know, places you have to fly to! LOL! I hope to get to Europe someday. But anything really crazy? Nah, not for me. BTW, living is actually enjoying the mundane in life. Something funny you should appreaciate as a parent. It seems like parents today get their kids involved in all kinds of stuff. And THAT is filler. I know I did not do what most kids do today. None of us really did to the level I see today. I think that is why some kind of lose it. Hmm. There is a possible blog post.

        • David

          Exactly! Parents are obsessed with activities. Children are not allowed to have passions or monomania’s any more because they are enrolled in everything. We have this blurry backdrop of high achievement but no distinction.

    • David

      Heart disease can truly be a silent killer. There are actually many symptoms that many might not think are signs of arterial blockage. Google it, you’d be surprised!

      ***ON EDIT***

      I actually wrote this post last night. Since I had the day off today, I thought I would lie down, nap, get up and resume writing into the late hours. I must have been really tired because next thing you know, it’s like 3am. This morning I did some quick editing and published. I didn’t know Breitbart had died until I saw it on Reason’s Facebook wall. None of this writing was inspired by that…