SORRY–The following from a questionnaire given to undergraduate students in a philosophy seminar on death is not funny, but I thought interesting. (Shibles, Death, 1974, 16-17)
DYING IS LIKE...A one-way ticket to another place, going to sleep without contemplating awakening, being born again –into a world less confining, nothing ever seen before, humiliation, hush-hush, a play, something I’ve never tried before, cosmic traveling, the ultimate trip, a final orgasm, like nothing else, falling asleep or getting knocked out, falling, entering another world, the end of a mysterious dream, a long sleep, a permanent place, nothing, being trapped in a box, fallen apple rotting in dirt, waiting for the answer, stopping and maybe starting, getting it over with, feeling yourself being the snake you killed as a little boy, letting go, making the last turn, filling the last blank, becoming the 360th degree, [no answer], going beyond, an eternal dream, beginning of the end, an infinite voyage, explosion of a super nova, being born, comma in a sentence, nightmare, ultimate in tranquil meditation, turning off a faucet, finding that the end of the tunnel is a deep dark hole, falling in a void, stone rolling and coming to a stop, bricks falling through air, a child swallowing a bottle of sleeping pills, falling asleep and never waking, leaving this life for another, driving 140 miles per hour into a snowstorm, being in a cement-block room, looking up through a long hole, hell, a nap after eating, a sunset, finding out what it’s really like, walking into a different room alone, letting go of your security blanket, leaving this world for another, not being, I don’t know, coming to the end of an existence, extinguishing a match, unplugging T.V., turning off a light, passing out, stepping off the orange, cutting off the power of a trolley car, closing-night of a theatre, finale, deep sleep, ending of physical senses, nothing you could ever conceive of or experience, walking into a cave and forgetting to come out, screaming at the top of your lungs and no one hearing, dropping a pin into the ocean, finding out that people are laughing at you, jumping off the high dive, a large magnet pulling on a small magnet until all its energy has been drained, trying to advance a genetic strain and failing, death is like almost nothing, feeling embarrassed, turning off a loud radio, having a mental block, getting lost, sleeping, breaking a movie film, taking an old car out on the road not knowing whjat’s going to happen next, waiting to go on a vacation, coming down from amphetamines, watching a blind person fall, dry heaves, listening to the static of an old-time radio and having the plug pulled out….(ibid, 16-17)
OUCH — Freud underwent 33 painful, life saving surgeries for his throat cancer. (Ibid, p 253)
There is no evidence for mind and so minds cannot be “read.” (ibid, p 389)j
OH DEAR–Ecclesiastes 1:18 “For in much wisdom is much grief, and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.” (Ibid, p 357) [Hide this from the kids]
“We are here today to share in the memories of those who have passed on before us.” But what happens after we die?”
Some people believe that when they die they go to heaven and spend eternity basking in the light of God’s love.
Some people believe that when they die the fate of their soul is determined by karma’s balance sheet.
Some people believe that when they die, they will take an honored place among the ancestors where they will dispense advice to the living.
Some people believe that when they die they will reach Nirvana–a place of oneness and nothingness.
Some people believe that after they die they are reincarnated from one life to the next, learning the lessons that they need–in a state of continuous evolution.
Some people believe that when they die they will not be conscious but their atoms will join the growth of new life on Earth.
Some people believe that when they die they will be reborn into a world that cannot even be imagined.
The original heading for this post was going to be “Plateau,” but then I saw that first line of my last “poem” and think it’s better. This entry will touch upon several topics, so either bear with me or go away.
PROFILE : My current (former?) profile says I’m not through growing yet. I’ve re-thought that.
When after an uncomfortable (well, some of it) thousand-mile trip you finally arrive at the end of the line only to realize your ticket was for the wrong destination, what then? Is it your imagination that someone whispers “Gotcha!”?
Despite what the scientists predict, my first organ to go was my heart. It turned to stone. My last surgeon said, showing my daughter my extracted mitral valve, it was hard as a pebble from a brook. On to another, more current metaphor for me, while awaiting compost:
I am lying on a vast bed of empty ice maker cubes (remember, from the old refrigerators?) Trying to be helpful, I’m sure, someone puts such a tremendous pressure on me (steamroller?) that my body is now comprised of hundreds of cubes, almost like building blocks. Now I’m really ready to compost.
BUT WAIT JUST A F***ing MINUTE! Building blocks! Like in days of yore, before my post-partum deression at 81! Whee!
“We are here today to share in the memories of those who have passed on before us.” But what happens after we die?
Some people believe that when they die they go to heaven and spend eternity basking in the light of God’s love.
Some people believe that when they die the fate of their soul is determined by karma’s balance sheet.
Some people believe that when they die, they will take an honored place among the ancestors where they will dispense advice to the living.
Some people believe that when they die, they will reach Nirvana–a place of oneness and nothingness.
Some people believe that after they die, they are reincarnated from one life to the next, learning the lessons that they need–in a state of continuous evolution (until they have reached a state of perfection).
Some people believe that when they die, there is nothing.
Some people believe that when when they die, they will be reborn into a world that cannot even be imagined.
Catxman dances, Catxman spins around, leaps ....... // I sing a song, a song of hope, a song of looove -- a song of burning roses. / Synthesizer notes. // (c) 2021-22