More than wanting to stop myself from dying, I want to stop others from dying. At some point in our lives, many of us begin to live for others; we begin to live primarily for the Other, who (and what) comes in many forms. Other people’s projects become our own, and we give a lot to further their lives often by sacrificing a little bit of our own.
We live for the Other.
death is one of those things that we weirdly describe as if it was something. You can’t feel death, but you experience the transition. One never gets to the other end alive. Yet, we describe it with massive amounts of poetry. It’s as if we think we are attaining something, but we are rather letting go of something we already have. One poetically describe an absence. Some people long for it not because it adds something, but because it takes away. Yet, the words used to desire it seem to expand the void with more descriptions. Other things we describe in this way is God, and more generally the Other. Death is the complete consumption of the Other. One cannot be themselves and the Other at the same time. Such submission is death.
The more I talk about death, the more I obscure it; it escapes me, and I disconnect my experiential expectation from its true possibility. The more I try to understand it and its phenomenal relation to people, the more I lack a more coherent understanding of it… because it is Nothing. I am only putting myself into it. Words seem to have disconnected us from death; we think death will come, but never now; we act as if it’s always tomorrow.
Mt. Eden’s Walking on Air EP (2013) is truly uplifting.
I actually think Tim Burton’s Batman films have the best portrayal of the character because Burton deconstructs the noir roots of “The World’s Greatest Detective” by going to German expressionism. So rather than Christopher Nolan’s films, which feature the playboy billionaire dressed as a flying rodent spewing political babble against the 99% and about social contracts, Burton’s film is more artistically capable and probably the closest we can get to a Fritz Lang-inspired Batman.
I don’t like the idea of dying for a number of reasons. Many people have already made their peace with its possibility. My peace with it won’t be made until I have properly understood it. That sounds ridiculous to say; the question and problem of death seems almost meaningless. It’s wrapped up in thick blanket of metaphysical concerns; it seems almost meaningless to question.