You find out a relative is dying and you say "'i'm so sorry..."' and they reply,as my heartbroken dad did over his brother's lung cancer, "it's part of life..."and then nothing else meaningful is uttered. All the people I (and you probably) have encountered, be they tediously self obsessed and incapable of listening, or bright gifted and wonderful company,or psychotic hateful individuals, or beautifully natured and seemingly perfect... definately have two things in common.. firstly, they will one day die...and the second... they will never talk about death in any real way...ie: where you may go after your body is dispensed with (how can we just disappear...cease to exist?... and how can you attach any credence to religion just because the qualifying rules have been repeated ver batim through the ages?) ..even, irony of ironies, church goers and men of God don't talk sincerely about it!I have never met a person in this transitory life experience who is at all willing to concentrate, even for a negligable moment on the subject of our inevitable physical death and possible spiritual adventure thereafter.We are not permitted to talk about that certain part of our human journey, surely this is horrendously superficial...of course we allow discourse upon diagnosis, treatment and care plans, blood tests,chemotherapy, the minutiae of funeral requirements and scattering of our residual carbon molecules,but never a reference to or a hint of debate or mention (save for the platitudinous cliches regarding resting in peace) of what may happen once the body has ceased to function!!
Could this omission particularly on the part of official advocates for eternal life (of whichever established religion) really equate to a tacit agreement that we are merely our body and nothing more? If so, how did that happen? Have brand names and other temporary trinkets been placed on a pedestal above the need to find out what the point of us is?
