Am I Dead? (You Ask - That Is...!)
Certain kind, illuminated, enlightened souls (and, no, illuminated and enlightened are not the same thing, in the luminous/lugubrious worlds...!) have been asking... inquiring... desperately wondering out loud, in suffocated lamentations (well, almost) and in dejected cries of denial... about my whereabouts. They got so very used , you see, to these regular (at the very least monthly, as it pertains to this particular blog especially) installments of luminescence in the darkness - the times when I would round up the demises of the month (as many as possible, anyway) and influx a sense of *meaning* into it all. Like clockwork, I would come onto here and tell you that there is a meaning to all this - all this suffering, that irremediably leads to corporeal death, has a reason to be; the test that is life. All this death has a meaning too; a transitory state of being akin to a pause in the oasis amidst the desert. And beyond that, there is another life to aspire - there is more; this is not all there is... no!
But then, all of a sudden, I just stopped doing that - haven't I.
No more round-ups, no more summaries, no more lessons about the afterlife and its promises...
Well, if it all stopped abruptly - it was not because of death, no.
Not at all, in fact!
It was, quite ironically enough, because of LIFE that it all ground to a halt around here...!
Life took over - and its over is as enthralling as death's and, in fact, much more so - of course!
More details -perhaps- on another blog, on some other time...
This was not the sole reason, though, of course...
This blogger's reviews of the "deaths of the month" were always biased - due to obvious restrictions, one can only blog and write about the famous and those with a certain degree of notoriety. Whenever we get some "regular joes" it is either "en masse" (fifteen hundred dead in this calamity, ten thousand others dead in this earthquake or some other natural disaster...!) and they tend to all be anonymous... Or we get another case of the "lugubriously famous" - someone famous, too, but only due to the extraordinary ways in which he or she met their own demise... And writing about these remains writing about the FAMOUS - alas.
What about the true regular joes - won't they ever get their own day in the sun, aside from an afterlife hopeful perspective - again. That is the role to be played by the necrology sections in thy local newspapers, you would say - and it is partially true. No one will ever bother (much, anyways) with those pages unless a dear one (or just an acquaintance) has departed recently, though... And even then...
It seems that the regular joes that no one knows are doomed to remain so, in the afterlife as well - and perhaps that is for the best indeed. After all, how many of the rich and shameless would -almost literally- die for a chance at anonymity again - hmm?
Not only for that reason, either...
For I, too, have come to the conclusion that mankind does not deserve so much hoopla either. Why lament so much about these departures - when most of us are all guilty as charged of killing the planet that never harmed us one bit and was, in fact, given to us, free of charge and all that we had to do was live on it and be good to it...? We collectively failed at this simple task quite pathetically - and our passing is only a meek amend to pay for our transgressions...! Add the spiritual element, and, aside from our nostalgic preferences -clinging on to loved ones- there is truly no viable defense for our wretched lot!
In this light, NONE of us would EVER deserve an eulogy - EVER.
What would possess anyone, really, to eulogize and praise a departed soul in this case? Much less one who is not a kindred! Foolish waste of time - is it not?!?
I would rather lament the losses of the truly innocent ones - as evidenced by the last two entries here - about a dog and a toad! Animals lost to us now, and that were never appreciated in their living years as they should have been...
Of course, being mediatized, even these would be easily categorized as "lugubriously famous" - but at least they are furry and simply guided, throughout their short earthly lives, by animal instinct instead of capricious, vanitous human malice...!
Certainly, I may return to old habits - they die hard, as you all know... Harder than most of us likely will, I'd wager! I have saved, as drafts, all the previous months' highlights - yes, all the deaths, facts and witty commentary that goes with it all too... And it may yet be published - soon...
Until then -
reflect about death... differently.
Vaya Con Dios... Para Dios!
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