Deadly musing

To the caged bird the uncaged bird is a scary thing.
It’s like people haven’t got the fundamental fact.
We’re all gonna die. Everyone of us. 
Now this can be good or bad. If you’re lucky enough to have had your face smacked by the love reality than you don’t know what it is but you know what’s doing it so you’re cool with whatever the answer to the death question is.
If you’re not lucky enough to have that (and I’m sorry but it’s pure luck no merit. I’m sure there’s a part in the gospel of John where Jesus elucidated this. His disciples are. Arguing and he’s like “why are you arguing don’t you know it’s the father that chooses. What’s the point in these frivolous words” or something like that) then you don’t know.
But either way you are definitely gonna die.
This hell is just indigestible nonsense. What would you say about me if I said to you “come to my party or I’ll kill you”?
You’d think I was a twat and you’d be right.
So we’re all gonna die.
Say if you advise someone wrong. Well their gonna live their lives with it’s ups and downs then – guess what? – they’re gonna die.
Same with the good advice.
Follow this. I mean really follow the white rabbit. Hitler. Really bad. I wouldn’t have done what he did. But guess what? What was the effect of his actions? 
You got it people did what they would have done anyway. They died.
A villain in Sherlock said in response to Dr Watson’s “but you made people die” “THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE DO”
Am I saying that you should go out and kill people. No but I’m not not saying that.
What I’m getting at is this. 
Who the fuck are you really? I mean let’s get beyond all the consequences and legalistic bullshit. Who are you when no one’s looking?
Remember ultimately it don’t matter what you do. God’s will is being done.
So let’s get to reality here. What are you protecting me from? What’s the worst that can happen to us?
People die that’s what they do why throw up hazard signs?


Thoughts on death

Listening to: https:Woodkid – Iron

I want you to imagine a situation.

You are confronted with a mass of enemies who are going to kill you.

There is no doubt about this fact.

What are you going to do?

Now this is important to consider because if you accurately see this situation you will see that there is going to be no recompense for the action and no avoidance of negative consequence.

You are definitely going to die irrespective of how you act up to that definite set in stone event.

There is a reason why these scenarios are a favourite of cinema and drama and it’s because in that moment, when death is certainly imminent, when you are confronted, literally face to face with the insurmountable enemy…

Well then you are you and you shout or you cower but now there’s no master but you and you alone.

I imagine I’d fight, bang swords on shields and shout incoherently as I belligerently nutted the inevitable.

But what’s fascinating about it… is that that roar you imagine screaming into the hurricane is a kind of outpouring.

The ultimate and primitive expression of man vainly declaring ownership of the situation.

That though I die I will own my death, I will not go gently into that good night.

There’s a romantic feel to this, the Frankenstein who rages against his fate.

I intended to bring it about to something about freedom… and though freedom is inherently tied up with death and is why the majority of the system is intent on distracting you from the fact that you are definitely going to die.

In a sense death is the true enemy, the enemy that lies behind all the others.

Not just our own death but those of people we love. The one universal phobia.

You discover it in the wound a loved one leaves despite what you want or do.

Until one dwells on this, until one accepts and in accepting defeats their death they will never cease from fighting shadows.