I'm taking a course in Philosophy called Existentialism.
For those of you that are unfamiliar with this term it is a philosophy that discusses the ultimate question of human existense. It questions the meaning to life, personal commitments, human relations, suffering, despair, hope, freedom, authenticity, self deception, immortality, God, and death.
Right now we are reading An Absurd Reasoning: Absurdity and Suicide by Albert Camus and I must say his work is deep.
This is just a taste of what Camus has to offer before I get to the point of this posting.
Of whom and what indeed can I say: " I know that!" This heart within me I can feel and judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction. For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to sumarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. I can sketch one by one all the aspects it is able to assume, all those likewise that have been attributed to it, this upbringing, cannot be added up. This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself"
I have to exhale.....
Why do people stay away from dicussing death?
Because we fear it.
Why talk about something so dreadful like death when we have so much to live for?
We all just put it on the back burner as if it doesn't exist when in reality it's the only thing that really does exist.
If in your heart you believe that you are going to heaven what in the world are you afraid of?
Isn't salvation the best reward?
Isn't going to heaven much better then living here in this sinful world where we are all born in sin?
I refuse to fear death.
I embrace it.
Just some things going through my mind as I write my paper....
Princess: A seeker of wisdom A lover of God.