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Originally Posted by coberst
have been studying such things as our dread of death and how we repress this subject of our mortality because it causes us great anxiety.
In my effort to comprehend what this anxiety might be in its raw form I have constructed what I think might be useful in that understanding.
Suppose that we were placed on a platform high above the ground and were required to live there. And suppose that there were no guard rails on the boundary of the platform.
Do you think that this might be a useful imagination to help us understand these matters?
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i dunno Coberst, i think that dread of death is tied in to ego.On the one hand, the insecurity of the end of existance and on the other hand, the elevation of "i must certainly continue, i am the almighty me" The internal battle that arises from such a conflict produces anxiety on both a conscious and subconscious level. We want to have resolution and seek a means to identify and isolate those thoughts to give credence to or simply do away with.
This calls to mind yet another one of my stories, and yes there is no end to them, i am afraid.But isn't life a story? Filled with events and feelings and emotions and our interactions with the characters found in each chapter.
Chapter 19-
One evening while enroute to an engagement, i missed my exit off the highway. I turned around and attempted to gain access back on. It was just after dusk and typically any and all vehicles should have had their headlights on.As i turned to enter the ramp and viewed to my right, there was an approaching car and obviously with no lights on. Moving at approximatly 50 miles an hour and only 20 feet away, a collision was inevitable. The thought that entered my mind at that moment wasn't how to avoid the accident, that was simply impossible. But what did enter was this. I expected the car simply to go thru me and my vehicle and continue on- with no damage or consequences. How odd, i thought, that i should think that, as i sat crumpled in my destroyed car and wondering if an ambulance would arrive.It was strangely quiet and i wasn't registering the pain of my broken body. I began to contemplate my lack of fear of death.One certainly should have been terrified at such a scenario and yet i wasn't.It was merely a passing to me. From a point A to a point B yet not knowing what point B was/is and yet that didn't matter.It just was. The pain recognition finally set in and i was aware that i could only see out of one eye.And really hadn't it always been like that? only seeing part of the picture and not the whole? It was then that really both of my eyes were truly opened and they way i viewed the world and the world in me, was opened.Life and death really isn't so linear, it is a loop of self discovery and moving in and out of those things that perceive as reality and yet find to be so much deeper. The fear is replaced with anticipation and the wonder of what might be discovered yet
