"when you were born you cried and the world rejoiced. live your life so that when you die the world cries and you rejoice.” cherokee.
as i awoke this morning i felt good, didn't even know where i was. it was a matter of hardly a moment, and still felt good. so i asked myself why. why did i feel good? in fact, who was i in deep sleep? was there a nathan at that time? and if in effect nathan did not exist then, but existed upon waking, feeling good, what does that all mean?
indigenous folks liken death to a going home. yogis liken death to a deep meditation. and perhaps we go home or we meditate daily, in deep sleep, and we love it. didn't someone famous once famously say: 'i die daily'?
perhaps the problem only exists before we sleep, meditate, and especially before we die. because we don't wanna go home. we love it here. we don't wanna let go, even though eventually we have no choice. but then falling asleep is lovely, meditating's blissful. and maybe we should re-think death.
"there is no me. i do not exist. there used to be a me, but i had it surgically removed." peter sellers.
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