The fear of death...
There are a lot of writing works devoted on the fear of death. There are a lot of questions and answers as well, all of them developed by this sad, even somber process ending the divine glimmer of our life. Is it that scaring the thought for unavoidable death anyway? Is this the only way to live – fearing by this gloomy fact, hiding the idea of being not immortal deep in our soul, with no intentions of saying the truth even to ourselves? There is an author intrepid enough whose words of wisdom give us guidance how to overcome this fear and how to replace it by believe. Believe in our spiritual immortality… Being a godlike creatures we have not the easy right to kneel down in front of that life’s metamorphose – the death. I would like to encourage you, shearing with all of you, what I have found written by someone who knows. The essay bellow is going to say to you the rest…All the rest you need to know. Please…
Bertrand Russell
How to Grow old from Portraits from Memory
Some old people are oppressed by the fear of death. In the young there is a justification for this feeling. Young men who have reason to fear that they will be killed in battle may justifiably feel bitter in the thought that they have been cheated of the best things that life has to offer. But in an old man who has known human joys and sorrows, and has achieved whatever work it was in him to do, the fear of death is somewhat abject and ignoble. The best way to overcome it – so, at least it seems to me – is to make your interest gradually wider and more impersonal, until bit by bit the walls of the ego recede, and your life becomes increasingly merged in the universal life. An individual human existence should be like a river – small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past boulders and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the bancs recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their individual being. The man who, in old age, can see his life in this way, will not suffer from the fear of death, since the things he cares for will continue. And if, with the decay of vitality, weariness increases, the thought of rest will be not unwelcome. I should wish to die while still at work, knowing that others will carry on what I can no longer do, and content in the thought that what was possible has been done.
__________________
....When the full moon pales across the sky, and the madness in my veins becomes to cry, I will come for your poor, yellow soul, to bring you the terror of the ancient law; and the justice will only be а tearing rule: the only award of the hunt is your blood, you fool…
|
Re: The fear of death...
Citrus Paradisi
Линеен изглед
