Death

Death

/ A Pondering Mind

In death – no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web may have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.
~Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe (2006), “The best of Poe”, p.70 Prestwick House Inc.

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Winter Afternoons

/ A Pondering Mind

There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are….
When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, ’tis like the Distance
On the look of Death.
~Emily Dickinson, c.1861

This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is a flash of lightning in the sky. Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain. – Buddha

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“This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is a flash of lightning in the sky. Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.” -Buddha

Source: This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is a flash of lightning in the sky. Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.

Fear

/ A Pondering Mind

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

– Frank Herbert

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Something They Have In Common

/ A Pondering Mind / 15 Comments

My mother and Eric Clapton have something in common.
Both are English. Her parents came from the Manchester area of England.
Of course Clapton was born in the UK.
But the thing they do share is the same date: March 30, 2004.
Mother passed away the same day as Clapton’s birthday.
She had just turned 88, as her birthday was March 18.
Ma, always thinking of you.

Advice

/ A Pondering Mind / 9 Comments

Look, I really don’t want to wax philosophical, but I will say that
if you’re alive, you got to flap your arms and legs, you got to
jump around a lot, you got to make a lot of noise, because life
is the very opposite of death. And therefore, as I see it, if
you’re quiet, you’re not living. You’ve got to be noisy, or at
least your thoughts should be noisy and colorful and lively.

— Mel Brooks