EYES A FIRE

Thinking about death, this place opposing life, a potential void of even the concept of possibility. Lots of people have passed away. How many souls have come before us? What is there to be afraid of? My own stepbrother died and it was intense and yet time softened the blow. My material view springs from religion, sin and consequences, heaven and hell, catholic and everyone else - a theology designed to control and to assist in a 'better' life among the living but still, casting confusion on the questioning psyche. I realize there might be something, somewhere other than the mortal world of programmed illusion and shifting realities. Death is the great scale, the balance of all living things, the equalizer. Opposing theories; Religion: The meek shall inherit the earth. Evolution: The strong will survive. The sad will find happiness, the happy will find paradise. Is the energy flow and the frame of mind you possess when your soul departs the earth the energy carried through eternity, forever, infinite, permanent? If you die doing what you love, do you spend eons in the midst of positive force? Is how you die the form you take beyond death? Is there a malevolent/benevolent duality to death? Suicide, homicide, genocide, accident, natural causes. It is guaranteed. Why fear it? Why question it? To live a better LIFE?The end: Reincarnation; only return if you've learned from the first crossing. Monotheism; who would wish for anything more than to be seated at the right hand of God (i.e perfection)? Paganism, animism, atheism; what is there to even think about but life itself; every day is a good day to die because it is coming, and it is impartial, clearly marked and absolute. Everyone gets in for free and with a price. Sometimes, when I think about life and death, I see myself as a suggestion, a form of suspended animation in a world of spin cycle absurdity and manufactured chaos. My niece said the greatest fear for humans is...stage fright. Stage fright, death, everything is connected to everything else. When Michael Jackson died in June of 2009 his celebrity became the media, death became grand, and sad, and strange, exciting and history. . He left everyone behind. All deceased souls have this back story, they suddenly increase the size of the universe; they have passed into the unfathomable mystery that is death. That is power and vulnerability, the ultimate conquest of fear. Of course individual belief systems stoke the fires of perspective. Sleep with the fishes or dance an effortless rhythm with time? Who knows, live big, create experiences, the clock keeps ticking...