Even though I might have just “thought” it, a basic Google search reveals that there is nothing original about that sentiment.
In fact, it’s all over the Internet.
Still, it saddens me to see people die, even when they are people I don’t especially like. Familiarity breeds contempt, and I am so familiar with death that in many ways I hate it. Not only because of what it does to the people left behind, but because I have seen it too damned often.
I often think it’d be nice to have a break from death, but you know when that will come….
(A final irony, I’m sure.)
Can’t say I wasn’t warned. My grandfather used to say that there are only two certainties about life. We’re all born and we’re all gonna die.
The trick is to do something interesting on your way out.
UPDATE: I know, I know. Conception is a death sentence too.
Why must everything be about politics?
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“Know then thyself, presume not God to scan
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A Being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the Stoic’s pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reas’ning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little, or too much;
Chaos of Thought and Passion, all confus’d;
Still by himself, abus’d or disabus’d;
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great Lord of all things, yet a prey to all,
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl’d;
The glory, jest and riddle of the world.
Go, wondrous creature! mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th’ empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his followers trod,
And quitting sense call imitating God;
As Eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule—
Then drop into thyself, and be a fool!”
I don’t know, but Alexander Pope seems to have some thoughts on the subject.
You probably have already seen this, but nevertheless it seems to fit the thought Why must everything be about politics. Also, I know you are a big Dali fan.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_TlaxmOKqs
In the book Aztec, Garry Jennings has his protagonist say, “I was born and began my dying.”
I’ve always thought that was suitably dark.