the dead are laughing at us
i'm sure of it
After recording the short video (below the paywall, sorry — I’m shy) I had a sudden violent sneezing fit, which I later realized must have been caused by the bit of pollen clinging to the tip of my nose. It’s very tiny. You may not have noticed had I not just pointed it out like an idiot, but now I have so you will. Sigh. Anyway, it’s the words that count right? It’s a beautiful day in London today. A summer’s dream. Come join me for another Victorian cemetery ramble in Kensal Green.
Death is the greatest terror of mortals. It's the fear of nothingness that drives people into the arms of the massive patriarchal religions. These scary organisations promise an eternal blissful afterlife -- as long as you follow their religious rules.
Some of us who feel that death is a great transition -- of bodily our atoms and molecules into other forms of energy and matter -- are pretty comfortable with our eventual exit.
Cemeteries are beautiful places to muse on our mortality and memories.
Love your walkabout and your own musings :)
Your words highlight the trouble we humans have with Contradiction. There you are doing a healthy thing in a cemetery (walking) while talking about some of the unhealthy things about cemeteries. I'm learning not to be threatened when cultural structures appear discordant; Choosing rather, for example, to be fascinated by the mystery of a person's reaction to your jogging while they are grieving. Life is beautiful that way, in a way, showing us that it's not all about us. And, as you correctly observe sweet Leah, the dead are past caring what any of us decides is important.