Death and Life

I've always wondered what would happen after death, after the long journey progressing slowly-or quickly for some-to the eventual demise of body and mind. Not just for humans but for all life forms in existence: birds, sharks, bettles, various shapes and forms of organism throughout the Universe. How different, alien we must seem to these life forms going to war over materialism and ideology, the existance of poverty (the idea of it is even bizzare), how belief in a system made for corruption (i.e. government, banks, school). We can only seem to comprehend the futility in our actions but never strive to change the way we've handled ourselves, at least most of us. Confronted by the useless fear of being left out we continually shy away from our inner light to conform to the sheep mentality of mindless consumerism and technology. What should be used for the benefit of all life is locked away to benefit the greedy, selfish wants of a few ignorant humans whose concept of in life is nothing more than having this green paper called money and the perception of power. Only they do not have not have anything they seek to acquire for soon death sweeps them in and claims the physicality of their existance. People, it seems, fear death above all doing almost all in their pursuit to delay the inevitable conclusion of physical existance, denying to themselves of their demise every day with promises of being alive. The perception of wealth is used to try to fund an antidote against life for a mundane existance of remaining young and fresh continually. Only those who fear death, who fear the black rose of peace have an illogical fear of growing old. The process of life is not meant to be stopped or delayed only renewed with every death, every birth of any form of existance that exists in the cosmos. But we've compiled a list of reasons on why we should be afraid of our existance really, for the fear of death you must fear living then for that will be the eventual outcome of being alive (existing for many). In our efforts to shy away we've developed machinery to imitate life only we cannot taste, touch, smell, feel this reproduction only hear and see it thru a televised monitor of continual picture. We've created religions and ideologies to try to explain how life will exist in physicality after death in a sort of quasi-immortality of being conscious of our existance after death by the grace of some omniscient, omnipotent being. We've created distractions in order to get away from life for our growing fear as we grow older only stems our fear of the unknown. After the end of physical existance we say it's such a shame, such a worry to have died yet we continually create objects that end life in the blink of an eye, support dogmatic ideas that pursue to kill others for no reason. Death is but another aspect of existing, of living in a physical presence we've dubbed body and mind. I do not claim to know what shall happen after our bodies are too weary to carry on only that after pondering on this idea I've come to my own conclusion. Some share this idea, belief (whatever you want to label it) in the same fashion or in a different twist of it while many seemingly reject it due to its incomprehensive nature to many. Maybe they believe it to be too fantastical, too New Age thinking for them yet in the same form will believe in a sort of endless quarry of faith vs doubt ideology. Now it's alright to have faith and doubt but not in a state that are contradictory to each other more so that for one to be possible one must have the other. While this is reasonable for many I've never quite found the idea to be sound as I grew older for I started to question all that was around me. In the end all I really have is my conviction, my faith to say, that as my end approaches the journey of life shall only have just begun. I smile knowing that many will just incur this to be a mindless piece that has no sound foundation to it, that it has no proof of happening whatsoever. To them I would say they're right because no matter what I write, what I say to those who don't dare ask questions it will always seem to be mindless and stupid. But to those who are of an inquisitive nature, who live in a world of quantum probabilities will have read this far and ask themselves what if. I was in your shoes once asking what if for in the end that question as helped opened doors in my mind, body, soul that I never knew quite existed but now hold endless possibilities. We live in a world, no in an existance that by all seeming probabilities should have never occurred, never existed and yet here I am writting these words on a piece of paper to be later transmitted in ones and zeros across cyber space for others to view and possibly read. Amazing isn't it? The fact that there is such a thing as life as existing in a temporal, physical existance that portrays us anatomically analyzing ourselves anatomically. I wonder how you wonder, yes you reading this right now, how do you live your life and how did you come to live it the way you do? Think the way you do, believe the way you do, hope the way you do, get angry the way you do, how you breathe in the air around us all. Exquisite thing isn't it, this magnificent portrayal of existance in physicality all the while surrounded by an Inphysicality we've come to term as space and energy. This beauty of nature, of dreamsong, of life existing. For if one ponders it takes effort for something to exist, to breathe, to feel, to think and in all reality it's mich easier if physicality did not exist yet it does. It all does exist along with the various wonders and mysteries that are yet to be discovered by all and I must say how wonderful that I've been given the privilege to anatomically analyze the quantum probabilities that exist out there all of them taking place in the moment of here and now. I've been allowed to be given a position that I can observe such possibilities occur inside my mind, outlining the various modes of existance for me and all that I think of. Maybe once it all ends for me I can finally find a sense of regularity that occurs within us yet I doubt such regularity exists for its all up to chance and choice. Chance and choice.