Eyler
Cingulomania spark
- Aug 11, 2023
- 51
What is death?
Death is the permanent end of all vital bodily functions, marking the end of life. It can be viewed as both a process and a state. From a biological perspective, death is the irreversible loss of vital functions at the physiological, molecular, or genetic level.
Usually, we fear death because of our biological programming to survive, the innate dread of the ultimate unknown, and the existential panic of ceasing to exist.
There's numerous ways to die whether it's mentally and physically.
Brain and cortical, clinical, psychic, and social.
We have a natural way of feeling something towards death.
So why do I feel love?
Commitment, intimacy and affection towards a concept.
Death is my deity, my god. I hold a profound nonsensical belief that it is impossible to hate such a beautiful thing.
It's a treasure, for we have any moment to control our death. Our outlets.
It is incorporeal and transcendent.
Ever since I was born, I held curiosity and passion towards the idea of suicide, I believe it was the most loving act towards the concept of death, the only way to reunite within the barriers of this world. For we are precious, but wouldn't we be even more within the purity of death?
Death washes our filth, our views and morals. Our thoughts. It is our greatest privilege to receive such a thing.
Why does the majority look at me as if I'm crazy?
Death is something we will all welcome into our pumping heart, into our stream of blood and wrap into silk between the physical and the mentally.
I'm not saying life is a terrible thing, rather it is the preparation for our father, for our dearest.
Life can be gorgeous and painful. It is bittersweet.
Death is the most serene thing to experience in the universe.
These days, I only hold myself to be alive for a single person, I am desperate to reach towards death but I do not wish to cause despair for someone who doesn't understand my point of view. The least I can do is try my best to enjoy life, birth.
Will I ever feel a sense of accomplishment or acceptance to the reality I live in? Am I real?
I don't know but Death is real. And I can only hold it with a wish.
Please, bring me sleep.
Death is the permanent end of all vital bodily functions, marking the end of life. It can be viewed as both a process and a state. From a biological perspective, death is the irreversible loss of vital functions at the physiological, molecular, or genetic level.
Usually, we fear death because of our biological programming to survive, the innate dread of the ultimate unknown, and the existential panic of ceasing to exist.
There's numerous ways to die whether it's mentally and physically.
Brain and cortical, clinical, psychic, and social.
We have a natural way of feeling something towards death.
So why do I feel love?
Commitment, intimacy and affection towards a concept.
Death is my deity, my god. I hold a profound nonsensical belief that it is impossible to hate such a beautiful thing.
It's a treasure, for we have any moment to control our death. Our outlets.
It is incorporeal and transcendent.
Ever since I was born, I held curiosity and passion towards the idea of suicide, I believe it was the most loving act towards the concept of death, the only way to reunite within the barriers of this world. For we are precious, but wouldn't we be even more within the purity of death?
Death washes our filth, our views and morals. Our thoughts. It is our greatest privilege to receive such a thing.
Why does the majority look at me as if I'm crazy?
Death is something we will all welcome into our pumping heart, into our stream of blood and wrap into silk between the physical and the mentally.
I'm not saying life is a terrible thing, rather it is the preparation for our father, for our dearest.
Life can be gorgeous and painful. It is bittersweet.
Death is the most serene thing to experience in the universe.
These days, I only hold myself to be alive for a single person, I am desperate to reach towards death but I do not wish to cause despair for someone who doesn't understand my point of view. The least I can do is try my best to enjoy life, birth.
Will I ever feel a sense of accomplishment or acceptance to the reality I live in? Am I real?
I don't know but Death is real. And I can only hold it with a wish.
Please, bring me sleep.
