ARDENT PARTICLES #8
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Ted Pearson (U.S.A.)
Take note of time as it
passes,
never to be heard from again.
Physics says there is no time, or
at least no time like
the present.
It’s a way of gauging distances,
nothing more. Except it seems
highly addictive to
humans, who
are driven to pursue it,
wired to the very nanosecond
that death comes for
its own.
And the cruelty of beauty is that
it, too, passes – unless it comes
to reside in one’s
character,
there to become that rarer beauty
that endures until life is gone.
If
death (as conclusion) is subject to time (pronounced as time of death), then it follows that one
day death will die, which will be the death of time. What, then, will come for
death? And what will then come after? These questions beg to answer themselves.
Death will pass through infinity’s hall of mirrors and then return to the
fecund Void. A friend says “mortality is a system of exclusion.” Which is what
the dead have always thought and said. While we, the dying, are fitfully
inspired. Whose idle thoughts in idle moments bespeak our desire to evade
conclusion, premature or otherwise. In light of which we’d like to know what a
good death really means.