I believe it is time that we have a discussion on death.
There are some givens that we all must face.
The 1st is everybody dies.
The 2nd is this... the longer we live the more dying we'll experience. Our bodies don't last forever
and the toils of living as well as natural law work on our biological chassis.
As I come to view the world I live in and as I am alive, I understand why folks like living.
From my past I also know how it s that some folks may not share the enjoyment of living.
Some folks live life that most of us would preview and opt out on.
The ignorance Americans have of how the unfortunate folks in this world live is great.
Many of us wouldn't survive living like they exist.
SO as we live here in America and in wealthy western civilizations just how is it that we can't seem to find a way to age
with dignity? Take a look at the marketing of our culture. Youth is the possession most will do anything to maintain.
Think of expense we collectively dedicate to the appearance of being youthful. After you contemplate that notion it becomes clear
that there are a great many folks who place a high value on vanity. Industries are designed around this strangely warped nonacceptance
of natural law and those industries are incredibly profitable.
Expand your thinking some more and consider the industry of life insurance. We spend money while we're alive to pay for something our
beneficiaries receive after we come to the conclusion of living. Now a year or so ago I would have said, "That is how we do in in our culture."
But as my beard has turned gray and as my hair recedes and thins I have become acutely aware of a few things. Our world invents messages that our flatly untrue. And then we associated these messages to cultural conveyance of a Pavlovian manipulation which makes youth a more important
concept than say having a jug of water in the Mojave desert.
Imagine a psychology which goes like this... when we are kids we are programmed to become independent adults as quickly as possible. As children we may long for the time when we don't have to listen to our parents who by the day become dumber than we can endure. And after we enter
the young adult phase we learn how to become independent or not and for a few years during the ebb of laws of nature we come to realize that trusting old people is dangerous and hanging with youth is like volunteering to nurse lepers. Eventually the gravitation of age begins to pull us back to
the reality of aging and all we can do is wish for the very thing we spent so much time liberating ourselves from. Eventually we get to a point in life and realize the years we lived are more than what remains. In that realization how do we perceive our remaining days? What becomes important to us?
What do we implement in a course of action considering that realization?
One thing is very obvious to me. It should be very obvious to any onlooker. Anyone who denies what I am about to write is either a liar or they are excluded from the discussion because they obviously have a better grasp on their own mortality than most.
Death offers many a fear that is the motivation for very immature and undignified behavior.
Think about the things in life that you really enjoy. Then let me ask you this: Are these activities of the type that would be considered as healthy and long life behaviors? I can certainly promise you that the lifestyle I enjoyed getting to the age of 46 left life insurance actuaries unwilling to underwrite any life insurance policy they'd consider to write if they knew the details of that living. Many of my friends wouldn't have thought I would have lived as long as I have. That was also after some of them thought I already died. Those details are in my co-authored book "Convoking Hell".
I have reached the point in my life realizing the years alive are greater than those that remain. I even wonder why it is that I am still alive.
I can even see a potential reality of life becoming very difficult with our current leadership's amazingly inept ability to make common sense decisions regarding our quality of life.
I tried coping with man's wisdom and what it had to offer in this life. I embraced a plethora of paths in order to find my own place that would make sense for me and the more I see the more my conclusion grows to rejection of man's wisdom. I think of a TV commercial that has an actor with graying hair. Suddenly he becomes two and one of hm has youthful color claiming because he is young he can get it done. The other guy with gray hair is represented to the audience that in old age he is the sage of wisdom. They blend the two together and the conclusion is that he is a guy who knows what he is doing and he can also possess the energy to get whatever his wisdom dictates done. These are the absolute untruthful messages I spoke to earlier.
Imagine being a mature man talking about erectile dysfunction and in the disclaimer of speaking to the drug it is mentioned that he should talk to his doctor and ask if he is healthy enough for sexual activity? I mean are these folks for real? I'd love to die in such a manner! Having an orgasm and then checking out.... What a way to go. Then consider a younger man who has no need for the drug who decides to take it and experiences the effects of the drug it was meant to correct resulting in a need to visit the emergency room which ultimately gives him a need to use the drug that injured him before he needed to use it. Is any of this clear and rational thinking?
What could be the reasons we act in such ways? Do we buy life insurance because out of guilt for not living as we should? Do we not prepare for the time that ultimately comes for all of us? Or are we so selfish while we live that we forget to see to responsibilities of life while we are chasing the phantom of youth?
I used to wonder whether I would be alone on my deathbed. I thought about the fact that I never planted a seed for a genealogical line. For some time
partnerships weren't working out. I gave the deathbed scenario quite a bit of thought. I really didn't like the thought of being an unclaimed body in a morgue. I had been a route driver who removed medical waste and the images of dead bodies were a constant stimuli throughout collection of waste.
Even as a volunteer fire fighter I saw to the process of managing bodies that had succumbed moments before arriving on the scene.
Now if you are a reader of these posts, you'd know of the transformation I have gone through in the recent months. For those of you who haven't let's just say I used to be very cynical. Today that cynicism has been replaced by faith. My rejection of man's wisdom is absolute because as scripture says man's wisdom in God's eyes is utter foolishness. I pretty much arrived at that conclusion before I considered seeking purpose
void of God. As I came to know God's plan my thoughts of dying alone have been dismissed. Death coming is now a joke. It literally is a joke.
After I pass my partner Tracy is gonna have me over at the taxidermist. I'll be standing at the door with movable parts. The dogs will enjoy pissing on me all while I have the ability to lift a smoke or a jug of whiskey to my mouth along with the ability to kick a pig. Tracy was thinking of other attributes I won't mention.
You see Jesus conquered death. He promised that if we sought him we'd join him in eternity after we died here. You may say that I a a fool for having this faith and that is fine. My testimony is this: In all the years I lived to find my niche in man's world nothing made sense. In all my capacity to see things as they really are, when I point it out with great clarity, most reject it and even after all I said proves itself out in actuality, it still receives rejection along with resentment. How much happiness is there in such a life? Living in God's design has given me greater happiness than I ever knew as a cynic. You better believe I'm still a sinner. That is just the condition of being human.
I don't care of what I haven't accumulated till now, because I know what my written material is worth. Man's wisdom doesn't because man's wisdom is slow to realize good things. The rest of my days are in front of me. I won't worry about not having accomplished what man considers as important.
Look at what the smartest folks in the world have given us. If you ask me we live in the folly of Hypocronance and because man is so unwilling to make changes as I have it will remain a viscous cycle. Think of a hamster on an exercise wheel and expand that notion to mankind living to avoid the inevitable end of life. You won't be far from a cogent analysis of insanity that somehow our culture has normalized.
We claim our children are important without acknowledging a childhood slave trade in sex trafficking We claim to respect our elders while they die in apartments only to be discovered in a state of poverty and forgetful neglect. We claim to be all things that evidence can't support. And one thing that goes along with that thinking is how we face our mortality or just what we do in order to avoid the inevitable...
Now are ya connecting the dots?!