Friday, April 21, 2006

Oh God... I'm gonna die


I've attended several church funerals this week, so I'm again considering my own mortality. I can find no comfort in religion, but I don't fault those who do.

I think that we all fear death and the unknown - so much so, that we must stick them into an inscrutable box to hide them away. We can stick all sorts of things into such a box. Some use it to hold their failures, their horrors, their pain, and their inability to comprehend the awful complexity of being that threatens to swallow us whole.

If someone chooses to label their inscrutable box "God" - so be it.

We all have our boxes, and we'll all end up in one.

posted by Carl Bryant @ 2:01 PM   6 comments Literary Shirts

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6 Comments:

At 3:26 PM, Blogger SarahJane said...

oh carl!
how cool is this?
and you, so
in there.
smile


 

 

At 3:38 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Hi Sarah!

Thanks for stopping by.

Guess what? You're number one!

...as if you didn't already know...


 

 

At 4:05 PM, Blogger Brendan said...

I have a sitemeter and try to visit the sites that refer people to me, especially when the referring site is interesting.

Nice site!


 

 

At 11:14 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

Thanks, brendan.

I checked out your blog. Parts of it are very funny, and parts are insane. Bravo.


 

 

At 10:36 PM, Blogger Rus Bowden said...

Hi Carl,

Interesting about your death and unknown comment. I had the pleasure of flatlining twice, when I had my heart attack a couple years back. Coming back from the dead like that, after being zilched for a good while, I have a different outlook. Not that I was close to being a basket case about it, I fear my dying not nearly as much as before. Also, my reactions to hearing of others' deathly illnesses and deaths are not nearly as anxious either.

Rus


 

 

At 11:15 PM, Blogger Carl Bryant said...

I'm not terribly anxious about it, Rus. Let's just say I'm "morbidly fascinated."

I don't think I'll see God, or Gandhi, or Gramma and Elvis urging me into the light with ham sandwiches and a harp rendition of In The Ghetto.

I think that if I do... I'll run the other way. As fast as my rotting legs will carry me.


 

 

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