About death

    I should write about death since it's becoming more and more part of life itself as time passes... More often now, people that I knew have died, and I hear about others having serious diseases, so death is looming there... Sure, explanation is simple: as I am aging, people older than me that I've known longer are reaching the end of life; also, I am more aware of death at this point in my life, and pay more attention to such events than when younger and death seemed surreal. It's very real now...

    They are they, and I feel somehow excluded, but I know that one day death is gonna come near me, too.  Being healthy and avoiding disease (although a lot nowadays) is not gonna solve the problem of death; it's only gonna make it a bit more peaceful, I suppose; can I say more beautiful...? What I am left with is an attitude, my attitude towards death...

    I am smart enough to not fight death. I am not going to fight it. I cannot embrace it either; or accept it as something that should be there, normal, or natural. No, it's not normal-- it's not normal to just end what you are doing at one point, and cease existing. But I accept it because I have no choice. And I am doing it with serenity. Sort of middle line, which I would not call it a compromise, but balance. A type of let it be. Of course, I would love people to live forever, to build forever, to enjoy the fruits of their growth forever but this seems impossible not only according to our own mortal state, but also in our society here, when resources are limited, and there is a recycling mood going on...

    I know about only one set of statements about death and how to end it, and achieve eternal life like I would want, I think. People to continue having physical bodies, and lives close to what we know. I am not focusing now on details about such whereabouts. It is the old story of Jesus, his death and resurrection. The capability to walk again flesh and bones. So far it's the only afterlife so called that would attract me. Cannot see my life without my body, the material, the touching and touchable thing.

    A wall of books, a love seat, and a fire would be a nice place to have near as one is getting close to death, I imagine. No disease or pains. Just normal dwelling. Books are a way to travel through time and death is a form of entering certain time. Sea near by would be soothing as well because it seems infinite as death itself. But it's not...

    I learned that people can grow vegetables longer through the winter by having a winter garden-- a place that is digged below the normal soil level, somewhat buried; a glass roof is positioned on top of the hollow place. This way, the temperature stays constant so you can grow stuff in the cooler weather. I envision growing there radishes, and onions, and cabbage, and beets... love them like a rabbit. Maybe I will fix the earthy walls of the winter garden with rocks, and see moss and lichens on it as nature and time reclaim human structure. You decent there as in a grave, but what you find is life...

    Fire, water, earth--the matter-- bring tremendous confort, and I believe they call us beyond. Even beyond death...We hang on to them as much as we can...