On death and dying...
I watched "Capote" the other day.
Good movie, I love P.S. Hoffman in pretty much anything he does.
What struck me, was the end and it has nothing, really to do with the movie; the scene where the guy is hung for his crime.
I believe that it would be very surreal to be on death row and know the exact time and date of your death. Something that most of us have to be completely surprised about. Even people with terminal diseases don't know exactly when they will die.
This is all tied up in my soul-crushing fear of my own eventual death, but I wonder if it's more comforting to know when you will die? To say "as of 11:55 a.m. on December 4, 2046, I will no longer be present on this earth." Maybe it's the not knowing that is so horrifying?
Death has been on my mind lately. It's been almost a year since my father died.
Good movie, I love P.S. Hoffman in pretty much anything he does.
What struck me, was the end and it has nothing, really to do with the movie; the scene where the guy is hung for his crime.
I believe that it would be very surreal to be on death row and know the exact time and date of your death. Something that most of us have to be completely surprised about. Even people with terminal diseases don't know exactly when they will die.
This is all tied up in my soul-crushing fear of my own eventual death, but I wonder if it's more comforting to know when you will die? To say "as of 11:55 a.m. on December 4, 2046, I will no longer be present on this earth." Maybe it's the not knowing that is so horrifying?
Death has been on my mind lately. It's been almost a year since my father died.