Monday Meditations: Rotting Life and Decomposition Phobia

The domesticated human is afraid of death and more precisely- afraid of decomposition. Dead human bodies are sealed in boxes before they are allowed to enter the earth, safe now from every remixing with the land that birthed and sustained them, safe now from ever returning and being part of the next cycle of life. The domesticated human removes themselves from the landscape, from the eco-system. They take food, they take air and they take in minerals and nutrients, but never return them- as is the bargain life makes with itself. 

The domesticated human is a thief and a parasite. The domesticated humans takes and takes and does not give back. So the question arises- why not?

The domesticated human is afraid to die, afraid to rot, afraid to give back, afraid to return. Do they fear retribution, angry vengeance from the rest of the earthy community if they allow their body and perhaps their spirit to rejoin the earth from which it was composed? 

Do they fear something else?

Do they fear many other things?

Denial of Death - Denial of Consequences

We are in denial of death. We measure success by how much we get bigger, every year, without end. We declare war on disease and old age and mortality. We are appalled every time anybody dies.

We need to welcome death. Death is the creator of life. Dying, silently, painfully, violently, peacefully- however- is what generates momentum that creates energy, space, resources and opportunity for the next generation.

Karl Marx famously declared on his death bed that last words were for those who hadn't said enough in life. I would argue that fear of death is for those amongst us who haven't done enough in life. If I am right in my assertion, then this speaks volumes for our culture. 

Death creates life. Decomposition is fuel for the next bloom of life cycle. Everything has its turn in the sun, and everything must surrender to death eventually.  If we do not admit that we must die, and take this truth into account, we will fill the world with so much life that there is no longer enough death to feed our next generation. And then, like the locusts who clear the plains of Africa with their hunger and die in a blaze of glory to feed the next generation- we will learn the hard way that death will not be denied.

Monday Meditations: Rotting Life and Decomposition Phobia

The domesticated human is afraid of death and more precisely- afraid of decomposition. Dead human bodies are sealed in boxes before they are allowed to enter the earth, safe now from every remixing with the land that birthed and sustained them, safe now from ever returning and being part of the next cycle of life. The domesticated human removes themselves from the landscape, from the eco-system. They take food, they take air and they take in minerals and nutrients, but never return them- as is the bargain life makes with itself. 

The domesticated human is a thief and a parasite. The domesticated humans takes and takes and does not give back. So the question arises- why not?

The domesticated human is afraid to die, afraid to rot, afraid to give back, afraid to return. Do they fear retribution, angry vengeance from the rest of the earthy community if they allow their body and perhaps their spirit to rejoin the earth from which it was composed? 

Do they fear something else?

Do they fear many other things?

A Simple Question

"Do you think rules made of paper will protect you?"