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Sum Quod Eris

  • Remembering that I’m going to die is the best way to avoid the trap of thinking I have something to lose. I’m already naked. There is no reason not to follow my heart.
  • All beings tremble before violence. All fear death. All love life. See yourself in others. Then whom can you hurt? What harm can you do? ~Lord Buddha
  • Do you know that the current world population is 7.4 billion people and that that cohort of 7.4 billion people in 100 years will all have died? Thus, it is reasonable to conclude that we are all just waiting to die.
  • But depression wasn’t the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at all humanity and human endeavour from the dawn of time. The writhing loathsomeness of the biological order. Old age, sickness, death. No escape for anyone. Even the beautiful ones were like soft fruit about to spoil. And yet somehow people still kept fucking and breeding and popping out new fodder for the grave, producing more and more new beings to suffer like this was some kind of redemptive, or good, or even somehow morally admirable thing: dragging more innocent creatures into the lose-lose game. Squirming babies and plodding, complacent, hormone-drugged moms. Oh, isn’t he cute? Awww. Kids shouting and skidding in the playground with no idea what future Hells await them: boring jobs and ruinous mortgages and bad marriages and hair loss and hip replacements and lonely cups of coffee in an empty house and a colostomy bag at the hospital. Most people seemed satisfied with the thin decorative glaze and the artful stage lighting that sometimes, made the bedrock atrocity of the human predicament look somewhat more mysterious or less abhorrent. People gambled and golfed and planted gardens and traded stocks and had sex and bought new cars and practiced yoga and worked and prayed and redecorated their homes and got worked up over the news and fussed over their children and gossiped about their neighbours and pored over restaurant reviews and founded charitable organizations and supported political candidates and attended the U.S. Open and dined and travelled and distracted themselves with all kinds of gadgets and devices, flooding themselves incessantly with information and texts and communication and entertainment from every direction to try to make themselves forget it: where we were, what we were. But in a strong light there was no good spin you could put on it. It was rotten top to bottom. pp 476-777
  • The rainbow panda knows what you have always known, deep down: We are all going to die. Life is a constant process of dying.
  • With distaste, Harriet reflected upon how life had beaten down the adults she knew, every single grown-up. Something strangled them as they grew older, made them doubt their own powers—laziness? Habit? Their grip slackened, they stopped fighting and resigned themselves to what happened. “That’s Life.” That’s what they all said. “That’s Life, Harriet, that’s just how it is, you’ll see.” Well: Harriet would no see. Donna Tartt (2005) The Little friend, Bloomsbury Publishing, p. 431
  • There’s only one thing in your life that you’ve never yet done but are guaranteed to do. It is our single greatest unsolved mystery and therefore causes a lot of anxiety and a lot of speculation. Some of us think about it often, perhaps more often than we realize.
  • No, no. It’s the most unhappy people who want to stay alive, because they think they haven’t done everything they want to do. They think they haven’t had enough time. They feel like they’ve been short-changed. ~Carol Sifka Brunt (2012) Tell the wolves i’m home, p. 203
  • Take a look around you. Everything you see, everyone you know, will one day be dust. All your struggles,  your pains, your insecurities, your triumphs, your joys, they are nothing but dreams. They exist only in you. Today, your dreams are real. Tomorrow, when your spark is gone, those dreams will simply vanish. When you die, no one will remember you. Your children will think of you infrequently; your descendants will not think of you at all. Your life’s work will be obsolete and discarded. Your possessions will decay and crumble. The sum of your experiences, your knowledge, your pride and your suffering will amount to nothing. Your grand hopes for the future, your cherished memories of the past, they will be gone. Forever. Your family will move on with their lives, your friends will have other friends, society will not even know of your passing. Lovers will continue to love. Babies will continue to be born. Tears will continue to be shed. Laughter will continue to flow. But not you. You will exist no more. And eventually, our Sun will die; our planet along with it.
  • Feel your sacred anxiety about the existential truth that life is fragile, death is real, and any moment could be your last.

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