silently

[liquidharmony]

Sometimes, throughout history, People realize things. The Egyptians realized their ruler was not a god. Egypt fell. The Romans realized their ruler was not a god. Rome fell. Religion morphed, placed a god in the sky that cannot be seen, heard, understood, or, most importantly killed, and the creators of this god prevail. City by city, country by country , person by person by person, the world is surrendered.
Life, in general is beautiful. Time in the forest, at the beach, or any other natural escape with nothing but food, shelter, and family are often the defining moments in every humans life. Yet the illusion of prosperity brings all back the structure of society. It’s not that we feel the need to have the most, but more that we feel the need to not have the least. A means of protection and security. It’s a sad day when a currency is more dangerous than death. Yet still we allow are time and our lives to be divided out to serve those who serve none. Those who hide under their creation of fear and promise unaware that humanity would take them back if they simply chose to step up and participate.
The portrayal of how life is measured is that he who has it the easiest, has the better life. This is false. It is also false to believe that humans and animals are not the same. It is convenient to believe, but it is not true. Humans are the superior race of the planet. The most able and potentially most intelligent. We are however, hindered by our knowledge of death. This knowledge forces us to count time and measure days, to forget past and present and create futures. A never ending cycle because the abstract of future is unreachable, unpredictable, and still the core of human desire. The fact that death is the only guaranteed outcome of the future is known but not believed and we race on. Days go by, friends move on, families die and we silently question why. Silently.

[sonrisa]

why should death be feared? It is merely the transition from one level of existence to another

[Michael]

It is said that 'why' is the devil's question. As soon as we ask 'why' we pass out of acceptance and into the assumption that we can order things to our own desires and comforts. The history of such attempts has always led, and will always lead, to hubris and disaster.

It would be wiser to be afraid of life than to be afraid of death. Imagine if we could not die but were to continue living in a steadily deteriorating body, or if we were to remain healthy for eon upon eon, our minds trapped in bodies that repeat and repeat the limited score of physical existence. What would we be without death?

There cannot be life as we know it without death. The physical world is dualistic. Death takes us beyond the dualism.

[Fanatic]

I constantly toy about with questioning why I care what anybody thinks, and why I continue bothering to exist. It all ends someday, and from then, I have reason to believe it will all have meant nothing. Yet I still go on. Unfortunately, I take the easiest option, I put it down to human nature.

If a human is born who realises his insignificance, the insignificance of his actions and suddenly decides 'why?' and stops trying to live: this perhaps more logical being is dead while the rest are alive. We are mentally conditioned (A natural sleection like concept) to care, and I do care. I am one of an infinite number (Well not even infinitely close to infinite, but a very, VERY high number) of DNA's successes.

I am glad that the original poster actually explores these thoughts, and manages to express them with ease.

[GeorgiaUnity]

My health problems have brought me face-to-face with the ideas about making the 'now' important. One of the main detriments I have found to being someone who lives 'in the moment' is the loneliness. As mentioned, most humans are not here, and they look upon you strangely for having a different view.

I see that duplicity of this life; how insincere and manipulative and deceitful people are, thinking they are winning some game by denying their real selves for whatever reason. I understand the fears and pressures, but I don't understand why people don't break free more often.

I speak truth, and people avoid me. Yet people say they want truth. We are a society (America, my home) that promotes itself as honest, but that is total sham. It's the pretense of honesty we adore; it's a nation of used car salesmen. The South (also my home) is where the original sideways compliment and talking out of both sides of your mouth come from. People are proud of how well they can deceive and pull one over. And to speak against it, you get demonized.

So, I don't understand why people refuse to use their minds, their hearts, their souls fully. I don't understand why we refuse to question and pursue. Then again, based on my findings, there are times I wish I were mentally disabled or one of the pack; perhaps ignorance truly is bliss.