Tuesday, 13. March 2007, 07:59:52
death, life, trees
Death is a part of the eternal cycle of life, and that's just how it is. But sometimes when death and destruction strike, life will answer:
Not yet. There is still some life to be lived here.Like with this tree. An obvious reminder that the game is not over untill it is over.
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Sunday, 26. March 2006, 10:58:13
death
This post may shock some readers, but I believe that there may be others who can find some help in it. So it has to be written.
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Friday, 6. January 2006, 09:37:36
death
I have an old deal with my death, dating from one of the times that he stepped very close to me. If life gets too tough I can simply ask:
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Monday, 26. December 2005, 07:58:39
death, nature
Yes, it's a year ago today that a tsunami hit parts of Asia and Africa, killed many thousand people and upset the world view of many others.
I think it is appropriate to light a candle.
(Candle: ©
Maryann Sterling)
Saturday, 10. September 2005, 21:49:26
death, psychology, literature
I have always found it to be difficult to understand why some people fear death. And it is even more incomprehensible for me that many of those death-fearing people seem to be completely convinced that everybody shares their fear.
My own death has never looked like a danger or a threat to me but always like a homecoming to a safe harbour, waiting at the end of my life's journey. It was always life and not death that was the source of what fear I have had.
But some years ago I thought of something that made death-fear understandable to me. Reading a really good novel I have sometimes felt a certain degree of fear of finishing it. Especially in those periods of my life when my everyday life has felt like a heavy burden.
To finish reading a novel and dropping out of it is a kind of death in terms of the novel's own reality. So yes, I somehow do understand fear of death. Or at least the one specific kind of fear that is about dropping out of a limited reality that you like and into a larger reality with which you feel uncomfortable.
Friday, 5. August 2005, 19:51:40
ww2, music, death
While I am writng it is approximately sixty years ago that the USA
dropped atomic bombs on
Hiroshima (6th August) and
Nagasaki (9th August). At least 120,000 people were killed immediately by the two bombs and many more died afterwards from their injuries.
Krzysztof Penderecki in 1959-1960 composed his
Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima, one of the great musical monuments of sorrow and pain. I heard it some years later. It is many years ago that I last heard it, but I still remember the impression it made on me. I will not recommend hearing it unless you really are prepared to take part in that pain. It really is a
threnody.
To the dead ones:
Rest in peace.
To the still surviving:
Walk in beauty.
Troels.
Monday, 20. June 2005, 10:31:33
death
When people get killed in a road accident here in Denmark someone will put a bouquet of flowers at the roadside before many hours have passed. (I don't know if this is an international custom?)
A variation may be used in other situations. This morning I saw that someone had put a small bouquet on the doormat before the appartement of an old woman in the house where I live. I knew almost nothing about her, but from what little I knew I can figure out that her road through life has been long and winding and sometimes difficult.
Rest in peace, madam. Your travel has ended. It brought you to a strange country far from your native land and now you have taken the final step. You have come home.
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