Sorry. I’ve turned a ten second reply into a ten minute one there.
I actually deleted paragraphs from my previous comment for the same reason lol. You start talking passionately about something, and then you just start talking until something snaps you out of the trance lol.
Generally speaking, I think my issue is with the permanence of it. Everything about life is about change over time. But something like the fact of someone not being alive is permanent.
I feel like change is so natural that someone never doing that anymore bothers me. It’s not even necessarily about the death itself, (although obviously that is a pretty big part) but more about the “set in stone” nature of their story.
For the living, everything about a person’s story could be a preamble to the important part at any time. The unpredictability of life is part of the experience. And that is so starkly contrasted in the case of dead people. Regular life has ups and downs all the time, it’s kinda like the pulse of life (literally of course as well, but in this case metaphorical). That graph flattens out when you die (still metaphorical), and it’s an eerie feeling.
I could go into a whole further rant about religion and how it can play in to this, but I’ll keep it to less than a 10 minute reply 😂.
I actually deleted paragraphs from my previous comment for the same reason lol. You start talking passionately about something, and then you just start talking until something snaps you out of the trance lol.
Generally speaking, I think my issue is with the permanence of it. Everything about life is about change over time. But something like the fact of someone not being alive is permanent.
I feel like change is so natural that someone never doing that anymore bothers me. It’s not even necessarily about the death itself, (although obviously that is a pretty big part) but more about the “set in stone” nature of their story.
For the living, everything about a person’s story could be a preamble to the important part at any time. The unpredictability of life is part of the experience. And that is so starkly contrasted in the case of dead people. Regular life has ups and downs all the time, it’s kinda like the pulse of life (literally of course as well, but in this case metaphorical). That graph flattens out when you die (still metaphorical), and it’s an eerie feeling.
I could go into a whole further rant about religion and how it can play in to this, but I’ll keep it to less than a 10 minute reply 😂.