DIE "?
Death, an inexhaustible mystery that has concerned us since the beginning of our existence, a walk inevitable that all humans must pass through and which does not distinguish race or nation. It occurs often violently as Héctor Abad Gómez, others get quiet and serene as the sea breeze on a spring. This essay will speculate a bit about it, since I am only a mortal but dares to speak of the only witness who is after our passage through this world and in turn make it clear why this should not worry as it is written in our destiny since the day we are born:
"He knows that he is a god and he is a man who dies with the day . [1]
Talking about death is a difficult undertaking. In the first instance because in our human condition, the state inevitably touches all our senses, makes us see a totally subjective. Secondly, by suffering (introduced at the cultural level) that this entails.
People have implemented a whole system of mourning that makes you look to death as the evil that takes our loved ones, the cruel and merciless fate of all human beings ends with a life of struggle and effort. But do not be the reward for a life of struggle and effort? Contemplating eternity "will not be the biggest reason for that we fight? Does knowing that it is entirely feasible to pass at some point we will make them realize that while we is limited, and therefore we should use to love, enjoy people and the things we do? Epictetus said The source of all miseries to man is not death, but the fear of death. At the same time said there was only regret for having lost a loved one. But thanks for the time he was on your side and return to their essence . But unfortunately we do not. It is better to blame someone and that someone is not human.
Victor Frankl [2] , Australian psychiatrist said "Death as the end of time can only cause fear lives who do not know how to fill the time it is given to live "and so we terrified of dying.
We are always complaining about the other, of human actions such as ours, scorning his love, avoiding a discussion that may be the last "because the clock is ticking." But what is time? Borges once said that " Eternity is in the things of time" and Goethe in their quest to find the gap between the scientific and the mystical, his music (he had been one of the best composers of his time) and their multiple obligations said " Every moment is unique." [3] The challenge is to find the enclosed space in which we must listen to the other or do something productive is a waste of time. Héctor Abad Gómez was clear that devote part of his life to his children was not a waste of time and the cares of everyday life is not rewarded each night for your family: "Quiet, little sister, that to everything there is a time " [4] . This person knew what his time and took full advantage until the day that death itself told him it was time and motivated him to write "Borges copied the epitaph of his own hand dotted Blood:" We are already forgotten that we will. " [5]
Why do we die?
We die for one simple reason, because we are a corruptible body, which is not impregnated corrodible fully divine grace and has a period of time to perpetuate on earth, a plant are talking / thinking with the vegetative soul Aristotle suggested that bears fruit and water roots. We die for the simple reason that they are indispensable in the land, we are transient beings come to fulfill a mission at a time and place, empowered with two types of souls that make us privileged (sensory and intellectual), the significance of our soul is to leave a seed, a thought or something that makes us truly immortal through time in the memory of others.
"It is not death that dissolves the love is life love that dissolves." [6]
Dying is a subjective matter. Every day we die, for some, for others ... we die in the eyes of those we miss, we die in the minds of anyone who finds someone better, he no longer loves one who despises those who disrespect them. He who loses the illusion of life, one who is stolen.
What happens at death?
According to a definition of the Internet:
" Death is the separation of soul and body. It occurs when the body decays while the soul is unable to maintain in life. Then the break. The soulless body becomes a corpse. In contrast, the soul turns to its destination. " [7]
personally believe that the soul is among human remains in the memory of people, remains in the memories that nourish the human history. When the book, Hector Abad Faciolince refers to his father's words about the death of his sister as "said he had never existed, it was just a beautiful legend" [8] is giving a mythical character to the beloved, remembered as a beautiful story that took part characters in a given time but that prevails throughout him and the memory of those still living that goes beyond names and physical spaces.
The soul does not go anywhere, because this is the man who immortalized the memory of all men. Every time someone says a phrase like "I remember Dad had confidence in me. Then shrug my shoulders and move on " [9] is reviving in the world of the living an episode of life was forever marked in one of the still present in it, which will have offspring and to others in their environment and so ad infinitum .
What need to worry about death?
I think not. When approaching the feel coming as it did Héctor Abad Gómez. We are entitled to receive the signals that tell us nearing our departure time. Death should not be a concern since it is inevitable. Our real concern is what we do in life so that our death is not an accomplished sailing a ship without a sail, a song never sung. Finally, death will come to our doorstep the day we have, we will like it or not. I do not know if she is worrying about the meaning for which we were born, born to love and to prevail through the history of humanity as members of the time and eternity.
" To see the world in a grain of sand,
And Heaven in a Wild Flower,
infinity in the palm
And eternity in an hour.
One who is linked to a blend ago
joy of life flowing;
He who kisses the jewel when it crosses your path
Live at the dawn of eternity. " [10]
[1] BORGES, Jorge Luis. poem "Christ on the cross."
[2] Victor Frankl, Australian psychiatrist.
[3] Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[4] FACIOLINCE, Abad, Hector. THE forget that we are. Page 30
[5] FACIOLINCE, Abad, Hector. THE forget that we are. Page 245
[6] FACIOLINCE, Héctor Abad. Forgetting that we are. Page 174
[7] Wikipedia, online encyclopedia.
[8] FACIOLINCE, Héctor Abad. Forgetting that we are. Page 174
[9] FACIOLINCE, Hector Abad. Forgetting that we are. 2006. Page 22
[10] BLAKE, William
Photo: "dry leaves" by Jennifer S. Ramirez
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