One of us will die inside these arms...
Today I awoke to the bittersweet sounds of Naked as we Came.
As I listened to this song (a song about, for those who know it not, the notion of spending your whole life with someone so that you know you are going to die together) I started thinking...
...I started thinking how sad it is that, in this life, every great thing must come with something awful.
There is no such thing as perfect happiness unaccompanied by abject sorrow; winning without losers; wealth without poverty.
I was thinking how sad it is that I could find a love so perfect that I could know beyond any doubt that it is the love I want for the rest of my life, and yet have to spend my life knowing that one day it will be gone. One day, one of us will have to deal with the complete loss of the other.
It also started me thinking about why that is so sad for us, and what I thought was this; we don't know what comes after death.
If we knew that after death we could be reborn, or if we knew we went to heaven, or... if we just KNEW, then maybe it'd be easier to handle. But we don't.
Is death a complete and eternal cessation of existence? Do we just cease to be?
Or is death some type of 'joining to the universal conscious', but not in the creepy 'borg assimilation' kinda way?
Is death something you go through...
...utterly alone?
My theory on death has always been that you just dream. You don't even know that you are dead because, much like in dreams, you think they're real. So you go on dreaming forever, thinking forever that you are real and alive. This tied in to my brain with the concept of heaven and hell, or being 'tortured by one's demons'. For example: if a man has spent his life doing things he felt or knew to be wrong, then he might spend eternity dreaming that he is being repayed for that debt; punished, tortured.. or whatever it is his brain thinks he deserves. Or if a man feels content with his life, he may dream of happy things.
And another thought pops into my crowded brain at this moment: what if you have those lucid moments where you go 'hang on, i'm dead! i know i'm dead and i'm only death-dreaming this and it's not real!'
See, that'd suck! You'd be stuck there and not able to do anything about it and you'd kinda go 'this sucks!'
UNLESS... because those lucid moments are the BEST! I just recalled... because the moment you realise it's just a dream, you can take charge of it! You can go 'right, now this is going to happen and this... and you know what else? Now I'm gonna have SUPER POWERS! Alright! And.. and... CHICKS!' etc.
Ahh I'm losing it.
Too many damn thoughts in my head for me to get them out clearly, or even one of them.
My point was: life is a sad thing; it brings great joy and great sorrow. Yin and Yang. Good and Evil. Happiness and Misery.
Forever and ever.
Amen.
As I listened to this song (a song about, for those who know it not, the notion of spending your whole life with someone so that you know you are going to die together) I started thinking...
...I started thinking how sad it is that, in this life, every great thing must come with something awful.
There is no such thing as perfect happiness unaccompanied by abject sorrow; winning without losers; wealth without poverty.
I was thinking how sad it is that I could find a love so perfect that I could know beyond any doubt that it is the love I want for the rest of my life, and yet have to spend my life knowing that one day it will be gone. One day, one of us will have to deal with the complete loss of the other.
It also started me thinking about why that is so sad for us, and what I thought was this; we don't know what comes after death.
If we knew that after death we could be reborn, or if we knew we went to heaven, or... if we just KNEW, then maybe it'd be easier to handle. But we don't.
Is death a complete and eternal cessation of existence? Do we just cease to be?
Or is death some type of 'joining to the universal conscious', but not in the creepy 'borg assimilation' kinda way?
Is death something you go through...
...utterly alone?
My theory on death has always been that you just dream. You don't even know that you are dead because, much like in dreams, you think they're real. So you go on dreaming forever, thinking forever that you are real and alive. This tied in to my brain with the concept of heaven and hell, or being 'tortured by one's demons'. For example: if a man has spent his life doing things he felt or knew to be wrong, then he might spend eternity dreaming that he is being repayed for that debt; punished, tortured.. or whatever it is his brain thinks he deserves. Or if a man feels content with his life, he may dream of happy things.
And another thought pops into my crowded brain at this moment: what if you have those lucid moments where you go 'hang on, i'm dead! i know i'm dead and i'm only death-dreaming this and it's not real!'
See, that'd suck! You'd be stuck there and not able to do anything about it and you'd kinda go 'this sucks!'
UNLESS... because those lucid moments are the BEST! I just recalled... because the moment you realise it's just a dream, you can take charge of it! You can go 'right, now this is going to happen and this... and you know what else? Now I'm gonna have SUPER POWERS! Alright! And.. and... CHICKS!' etc.
Ahh I'm losing it.
Too many damn thoughts in my head for me to get them out clearly, or even one of them.
My point was: life is a sad thing; it brings great joy and great sorrow. Yin and Yang. Good and Evil. Happiness and Misery.
Forever and ever.
Amen.
posted by Arithon @ 7:52 PM
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