Twist and shout
4/2/24 08:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonI spent a lot of time this year thinking about growing older and wondering in as many ways as plants unfurl from the cold earth in spring if this is how death begins.
If the experience of experience is what weighs you down, pulls you closer to your endstate. If the inability to force your mind into new patterns is what does it.
If it’s the lethargy that creeps over every part of you. Your memories cease to matter, and eventually, so do you.
Begging someone not to go gentle seems … cruel, somehow, if death is rest and quiet. Why would you not want to lie down and experience the softness of nothing, after so many years of so much. Is that why some people survive illnesses and others do not, because they simply don’t wish to continue on the path?
Or is it truly out of our hands. We each get one lifetime, that much we know as absolute truth. Beyond that, we have no proof.
If the experience of experience is what weighs you down, pulls you closer to your endstate. If the inability to force your mind into new patterns is what does it.
If it’s the lethargy that creeps over every part of you. Your memories cease to matter, and eventually, so do you.
Begging someone not to go gentle seems … cruel, somehow, if death is rest and quiet. Why would you not want to lie down and experience the softness of nothing, after so many years of so much. Is that why some people survive illnesses and others do not, because they simply don’t wish to continue on the path?
Or is it truly out of our hands. We each get one lifetime, that much we know as absolute truth. Beyond that, we have no proof.
