A Balancing Fact

A Balancing Fact. What is the measure of death? The physically animated can be as dead as Johnny come lately mentally and spiritually. The death of the heart is far more agonizing than the total absence of conscious awareness. The soul’s demise is also more painful than losing physical vitality. This being the case, what should the lifeless of mind and spirit fear about their physical demise.

Total oblivion is a fearful concept. We ponder it until we, who are top-side, realize that collapse formed our conception. We also understand that we wallow in fleetingness. The brief is short. It becomes even briefer for those of us who are least in mind and spirit. The tiniest drop makes the biggest splash and the pigeon chokes the mule. Who is to say which emptiness is greater, the light or the shadow that produces the light.

In a day that came and in a moment that went nothing happened. The mind is in shut-down mode, and the eyes are open. Tiny unseen bugs are biting the heck out of me and driving me insane. The smallest of the spiders are the ones that will send you to the coffin. What are the standards to place on life and what gauges need to be applied to evaluate death?

Being alive is the only reality that the living knows. The thought of ceasing to be alive is an unknown reality. Death is not like being asleep. In sleep, we usually dream. We may not remember what we have dreamed in our sleep. The living covets death but is fearful of the unknown. The dead walk in an animated body and will not die.

Ten tongues sing the same song, and one fell from the bottom of the non-stepped stepladder. And who should fear death when death is the natural state of the living? Is there anyone who is alive? What do we have to compare that which we call life against? The orbit is not an orbit until it makes an orbit and who is to say what an orbit is.

Losing a loved one to death is sad and losing yourself in yourself is even worse. Misery and confusion simply adore life, and there are no feelings of pain when there is no mind processing it. The ant climbed to the top of the mountain, and the hill across the street collapsed for no reason.

In death, there is, well who knows. In life, there is the constant presence of death breathing down your nose. In the morning, there will be no morning. Tomorrow was here yesterday. Yesterday will not come in the morning. Twenty tons of horse manure equals a single fleeting thought during a day.

And so, balancing life requires placing death within its proper hierarchy. This placement is within the gaping hole that troubles the mind about the unknown. Goodbye death, referred to as life, and hello life, referred to as death.