Friday, April 01, 2005

Death Season

Back to some verbal expression..

I don't know what's happening this time of year but everybody seems to be dying. Terri Schiavo, who's story was turned into a politico-medico-ethical extravaganza, died - but, of course, this was no coincidence. Mitch Hedberg, comic genius, also died prematurely at 37. Prince Rainier, Europe's longest lasting ruler, is in a coma with very little chance of recovery. And most importantly, to me at least, the Pope.
I am not catholic, nor am I a religious maniac, knocking on doors, holding hands and touching foreheads. Yet in this old fragile man dressed in his white cloak, I always saw the true meaning of Christianity. The goodness and the purity, the humanity and the holiness, the pain, the love, the righteousness, the fight for every last soul in every last corner of the world. People I know, who have been in his proximity, whose heads were physically touched by his hand, have tried tearfully to describe it, but couldn't. Incredible is what they said. Just incredible.

So anyway, many "important" individuals are dead or dying. Like even the angel of death is drawn to media power, mainly striking where people are sure to gather and cameras are sure to roll.

As if all the death going around was not enough, and to make it even worse on my fragile psyche, yesterday I had a nightmare. I was driving on a mountain road by a cliff in the dark, and I lost control of the car. I saw myself fly off the cliff and crash into the bottom of the valley. I died in my dream in a car accident. The scary part is that the car was falling slowly in the darkness and I knew that I was going to die. Strangely enough, in my dream, I was calm. I remember thinking
"it's time..."

And I might have started praying.
Well, despite my morphean composure, I woke up terrified, though thankful it was just a dream.

What am I trying to say? I am not really sure.. but it seems to me that death in this modern age has become a disease, a sentence almost, not the natural, inevitable end of life.


The word itself carries so much weight and drama that people tend to forget what it actually means. And it ends up overshadowing all the beauty that comes before. Forget death. It's just an end.


Now that's what it's all about.


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