For our first few years on earth, fear of death has been our primal fear, it was more like fear of the unknown, I presume. And whether that feeling grew up with us or vanished over the years doesn’t contradict the fact that when we were young –but old enough to have a perception of the world- every one of us was clinging on to life, which should make sense because we’ve just arrived to the world not few years ago. Stillness is a form of death that’s probably why most babies won’t settle in place; they’re always moving around, adventuring in their vast worlds that are only the confines of the apartment, I wonder why most grownups have lost the will to explore, if these people knew what they were missing out on, perhaps they would’ve wished to have back that childish ability of discovery.
Back when I was in prep school, a teacher in one of the classes was talking about how life will be at the end of days, I remember her saying that she didn’t want to be alive when it’s time for the world to end. At a certain part of her stories, a sudden earthquake-like vibration shook the entire school* and all the girls in the class screamed at the top of their lungs. That was a real non-staged demonstration of how we –as youngsters- fear death; and I think that’s why this memory is still hanging around in my head after all these years.
Now, I think I would disagree with my dear teacher … I would want to stick around till the end of a system that existed for a number of billions of years, that has been the host of millions of known and unknown species and organisms...I want to witness the inevitable. You may think it would be the ultimate suffering but I think three years of army service would teach you how to survive those presumably tough days :D.
*It turned out that they were using one of those big hammering machines to extend new underground power or phone lines in the neighborhood.
Back when I was in prep school, a teacher in one of the classes was talking about how life will be at the end of days, I remember her saying that she didn’t want to be alive when it’s time for the world to end. At a certain part of her stories, a sudden earthquake-like vibration shook the entire school* and all the girls in the class screamed at the top of their lungs. That was a real non-staged demonstration of how we –as youngsters- fear death; and I think that’s why this memory is still hanging around in my head after all these years.
Now, I think I would disagree with my dear teacher … I would want to stick around till the end of a system that existed for a number of billions of years, that has been the host of millions of known and unknown species and organisms...I want to witness the inevitable. You may think it would be the ultimate suffering but I think three years of army service would teach you how to survive those presumably tough days :D.
*It turned out that they were using one of those big hammering machines to extend new underground power or phone lines in the neighborhood.
"Stillness is a form of death that’s probably why most babies won’t settle in place; they’re always moving around, adventuring in their vast worlds that are only the confines of the apartment.", you've put it out perfectly.
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