Amorte

Sep 09, 2005 14:01

In the midst of everything else relating to Katrina, my thoughts turned to Leilah Wendell and Westgate Necromantic when I remembered that they were based in New Orleans. They've brought forth some fascinating books and beautiful art on necromancy and related subjects, and I hoped that they had gotten out safely. (They have, according to their message board.)

My mind then turned to thoughts of condolences and support, and - as has happened on rare occasion in the past - I ran smack into a wall of absurdity. When someone has dedicated herself to the Angel of Death, does it seem odd to celebrate her prolonged life?

"Glad you're not dead. No offense."

There's some kind of discrepency, a mental disconnect, in a situation like that. There you are, living in a self-proclaimed House of Death, with "Sweet is Death, who comes like a lover" emblazoned on your web page; then disaster strikes and people are dying in vast numbers, their bodies floating through flooded streets or lying in open spaces. The former is a philosophy, the latter a tragedy. What happened was not sweet. How do you reconcile that?

Can we appreciate Death as a part of Life, face it head erect and eyes open, without unduly glorifying it? Can we embrace the darkness without turning our backs on the light?

I haven't resolved it all in my mind yet, and I don't know if I will any time soon. I won't worry about it tonight. Tonight, I drink to the necromancer's health.

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