We need to update our take on death, it’s been informed by Christian morals for far too long, and in hand with social media where we feel obligated to comment on a famous human’s passing as willfully as we would post a picture of last night’s dinner it’s becoming romanticised and habitualised.
Death is not sad, and we are selfish to think it so. We are sad for ourselves because we are left behind lamenting with eachother that we haven’t made that leap.
Of course, Williams chose suicide. Seemingly unnatural to some. It fights millions of years of evolutionary struggling and fighting for survival. Compare attempted suicide numbers to actual suicide stats. It’s fucking hard to kill oneself, to the point that it’s seen as a plea for help.
But when the world is as inhospitable and noisy as it is, who’s surprised? People kill themselves all the time. They bear pressures. They have overwhelming responsibilities. People want their lives to be easy. Rule number one for the masses. Crutches fall over eventually.
In the East their valuations of death is at odds to the Christian West. We see it as the end. They promote its naturalness. Without death there can be no life.
Buddhists believe in impermanence. The lives we live in this universe we can detect with our sensory organs is in perpetual changing state and nothing is the same. In death things calm, they become like it is before the time we were in the womb. Who can say that that time was worse?
I can’t wait to die, because then I know I’ve lived. Some say it’s selfish to commit suicide, but we also say we only live one life and we should live how we want to, but there’s no right should, there’s only what we will ourselves to do.
Schopenhauer said he remained alive pounding the English countryside for the rest of days because he was the one who had to say that we should all kill ourselves because life is vain. It’s full of boredom as our evolution has driven us to unsustainability of the planet we are killing, and our purpose is nonexistant other than to carry on. We do one thing, and then do another, inbetween we’re bored. We may gain wealth, we may gain friends, we may gain happiness, but in the end we die alone and enter the black as equal as everyone else.
Human progress is a lie as we can never change our nature to fight and deceive. We can only feed the conveniance culture and make things easier for ourselves. Until robots come along and wipe us all out in favour of protecting the planet because for all they know we are the only planet that is inhabited by life in this universe and they need to make sure it’s safe due to its unique status. There are loads of us yet they will recognise diversity of species is more important.
The accompanying music couldn’t really be more inappropriate for the subject matter but up top is the stellar 80s electronic rap of The Egyptian Lover and his 1986 release One Track Mind, his only chart hitting record, it’s a beauty. Listen to those effects midway with the fader and echoes, ha! Quality.