I enjoyed reading your essay. I especially loved your approach to The Question, how you theorized about the motive behind asking the question in the first place. I do agree that fear drives people to ask such a thing. I think that fear stems from greed. We want to hang onto life, which brings us to resent death, even fear it.
I liked the "defense mechanisms" you listed. I was a little curious about your statement, "it is very possible that some of these modes of thought may indeed preserve a degree of ourselves beyond death." How so?
I do agree that those defense mechanisms are also forms of coping. Sometimes a person needs to create a statement with such decisiveness in order to get on with life rather than wallow in dread and fear, which is exactly what I believe people should do, live the only way they know how.
How I live, how anyone lives, is under the microscope of psychologists and anyone else who takes interest in why we do what we do. Nature tells us that we grow according to our environment and our own makeup. For instance, a rose bulb cannot help but grow to be a rose, a lily bulb cannot help but grow to be a lily, a tiny frog egg cannot help but metamorphoze into a full-grown frog, a bird cannot help but sing. You catch my drift. I feel we must be who we are and accept life. I think we should enjoy life but not hang onto it too tight lest we begin to dread death and, therefore, diminish our quality of life.
I accept death but I am still curious about what may or may not be on the other side. Recently, my aunt's house burned down. She lost just about everything. I can't help but see how life is similar to this event. All my aunt's things: her sentimental items, her pictures, her very wardrobe, are all things that matter in life, but in death, they mattered not. They all burned with the house. Has my aunt's life really changed that much? All those things can be replaced. I know people say they can't but they can. It just depends on how you look at the situation. No, that particular dish from a great grandma is long gone, a picture from 1955 is gone as well, but new pictures can be taken of new memories, stories can be shared just as well as they could be told before. The life that was lived was still lived. Some people don't even have pictures to begin with. Having those pictures was a luxury. The important thing is the life that was lived to make my aunt who she is today. She will find a new house to live in and buy new things.
In short, the life that was being lived in that house is still going on, it is just different than it was before. A clue to what might lie at the other side of biological death? We'll never know until we get there.
If my aunt hangs on too tight to her old stuff, I am certain her quality of life will diminish. She will become depressed and unable to move forward. She will fear the future. And we all know the future is coming, ready or not. |
|