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| The Ghost of Xmas Yet to Come (John Leech) |
Very few people contemplate the notion of what it means to no longer to be. For all its simplicity, it's fundamentally inconceivable to entertain the notion of non-existence. Heidegger said that you can't live an authentic existence unless you're aware of death. It's one thing to admit that there will be a day when there's no calendar, no night, no day, no worrying about the fate of everyone in your orbit. It will no longer matter what you think about outcomes, that you toss and turn about as long as you have consciousness. There are cases of individuals who flatline and live to tell it, but a touch of death, whether it's the heart stopping beating or the respiratory system intermittently collapsing, is a far cry from the eternity of death. You may have experienced forgetting, for a moment, that someone is dead. Oh what would she think? Only to realize she or he is no more. Perhaps you can't stop yourself from thinking you yourself will get one last chance to call collect.







