Makow– Putting a Smiley Face on Death
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When I'm about to meet my Maker, I will thank Him for a seat at the table of life.
"It's been a blast!" Life is a miracle.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. – William Shakespeare
Seeing Death in a Positive Light
After a friend died prematurely, my wife insisted I get an electrocardiogram (EKG.)
My wife is a vicarious hypochondriac.
She imagines I'm sick.
Her self-help book would be called, "The Way of the Worrier."
She listens to "Doctor Radio." The Canadian Diabetes Association is on her Twitter feed.
I am psychosomatic. This is a bad combination.
After the EKG, I felt aches in the heart area for a week.
I am accustomed to a life of ease. Always in excellent health, the slightest physical discomfort causes alarm.
In a bake shop, I felt the aches and had to sit down. A kindly young woman asked me if I was alright.
I felt like an old codger, which I guess I am, even though my self-image is still that of a precocious young man.
I made a Will, (because my friend stupidly failed to make one.)
I started to contemplate death.
EPHEMERALITY
When we are young, old age and death are far off concerns. We're too busy forging our way. We behave as though we're going to live forever.
As we pass 65, we notice that people our age are dying!
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The Wheel of Time moves like the changing seasons. Starlets I once hankered for are old. I watch classic movies and think- "all these people are dead!"
We're surrounded by ghosts: The people who came before us.
I feel nostalgic. Every generation thinks the world is becoming a worse place. This is because it is. (Civilization is in severe decline, for the reasons I discuss on this site.)
Gradually my life is taking a retrospective slant. But it's not necessarily bad. Instead of acting like I'll live forever, I'm starting to see life as it really is, ephemeral. Precious. Short.
I'm going to die. We all are.
I have more compassion for my fellow human beings. I imagine each one in their last moments before death. We meet our Maker alone.
We didn't ask to be born. We try to make sense of it, make the most of it, despite obstacles put in our path by the Illuminati.
THE BRIGHT SIDE OF DEATH
During my "heart ache," I tried to come to terms with Death:
"We" are a Divine Spark housed in the body of an ape. That ape has a certain lifespan. When it ends, "we" disappear. But who's to say that's a bad thing?
We measure everything in terms of the material dimension. But the material dimension holds us back. The ape's obsession with money, sex, power and creature comforts enchains the soul.
Death is liberation. The real party is in the spiritual realm. The only Reality is God whom we rejoin on passing.
THE TABLE OF LIFE
we went to a popular restaurant, we wouldn't dream of keeping our table forever. We would enjoy our dinner and leave. This way someone else can also enjoy a meal.
The same applies to life. We take up space. We take up jobs, houses, food. We take up psychological space too. We demand respect, attention, love.
We must vacate so new souls in new bodies can manifest themselves. This is how life renews itself. We need to identify with the process rather than our personal existence. (These souls may be in our children.)
Imagine if no one aged and died! We'd be rubbing shoulders with Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, Robespierre, Hitler and Hugh Hefner forever! We'd have to listen to Sonny and Cher, and Madonna forever. Nixon and LBJ would keep running for President.
Life needs to renew itself! After our turn, we must leave the stage.
Aging and death don't discriminate. No matter how rich or poor, smart or stupid, famous or obscure, good or evil, we all age at the same rate! We all die. It's true some live longer, but in the end, we all die.
This is particularly gratifying when I think of the Illuminati. They cannot save themselves. These bums are going to die, and no matter how wonderful the media says they were, we'll be cheering. Their deaths will be a blessing. You know whom I am thinking of.
Death is nature's way of cleansing mankind and making a fresh start.
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