thoughts percolating

[rm]

But, instead of telling you them, I have a poll.

What's your relationship to death/Death (capitalization as you prefer)?
Please share any thoughts you have about gender as connected with that.

Thnx.

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Death just happens. People die. Either it's a shame, and I forget them right away, or I'm glad that they are dead because I never liked them anyway. Harsh, but true.

The part about death that effects me is the mood of others. This upsets me. I am glad when they are done being upset. I get antsy waiting for them to be done.

I don't know why I am so cold to death. I think that my tendency to live on my own means that I accept when others go away. For me, they were never really HERE; they were illusions of people here. When they go away, my proof of illusion is realized.

When my grandfather died, that was a relief. He had alzheimer's, so death for him was a blessing. It was a big burden off my mother. I can't say that I was fond of him. I did not hate him, but he was not a warm man.

My most recent revelation on death occurred while getting operated on. I went under, then came up. That non-existed nothingness that existed in that non-moment between me being aware and unaware. That's death. I'll be dead and I won't even know that I am dead because I am not aware that I am not aware. The illusion will be gone and I will not know.

Thinking that I will die spurs me onto productivity. I don't seek to avoid death. Death makes me pursure a life worth living. Death itself tends to be out-of-mind.