Oh, Death
We often think of death as the last and greatest enemy.
What we fail to realize is that we only live, only enjoy our brief flickers of life-light, by the Reaper's hand.
Fellow traveler, you and I are born from the winds and flames of dying stars. We subsist on life that we have destroyed, on a planet with tides and continents and orbits powered by forces which also spell our ultimate doom far in the future. One day, I will cease to exist in order to eventually bring something new into being, just as stars and asteroids and rocks and seas and life have ceased to exist for my own soul's sake. This destiny is not a yoke; this is reality. And this is beauty.
We experience fear of death and aversion to death because we are infirm and limited creatures hiding our eyes from the bittersweet, cosmic embrace of the night. Death, however, is the gatekeeper of being. Everything that is true, beautiful, awe-inspiring, all of it is enabled by the fatal sting of death, and is precious because death will one day reclaim its own.
Death is the price of priceless life. I pay it gladly.
What we fail to realize is that we only live, only enjoy our brief flickers of life-light, by the Reaper's hand.
Fellow traveler, you and I are born from the winds and flames of dying stars. We subsist on life that we have destroyed, on a planet with tides and continents and orbits powered by forces which also spell our ultimate doom far in the future. One day, I will cease to exist in order to eventually bring something new into being, just as stars and asteroids and rocks and seas and life have ceased to exist for my own soul's sake. This destiny is not a yoke; this is reality. And this is beauty.
We experience fear of death and aversion to death because we are infirm and limited creatures hiding our eyes from the bittersweet, cosmic embrace of the night. Death, however, is the gatekeeper of being. Everything that is true, beautiful, awe-inspiring, all of it is enabled by the fatal sting of death, and is precious because death will one day reclaim its own.
Death is the price of priceless life. I pay it gladly.