tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post5313371341785764008..comments2023-11-03T03:22:05.542-07:00Comments on Costume Jewelry: We'll always have ChristchurchUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-89637398177613461592016-03-17T08:19:58.496-07:002016-03-17T08:19:58.496-07:00I have started to very occasionally get inklings o...I have started to very occasionally get inklings of an impression that someday I'll feel like all the "thank fuck I don't have to do that ever again" will outweigh the "how awful I'll never do that again"; I've given up gleefully believing I'm just gonna live for ever, and am now focused on getting to a point where death is going to feel like a release. I guess that's what the aging process and other people's mortality is for. <br /><br />All that having been said, we are having a lovely visit and they are both in good nick, all things considered. Mistress La Spliffehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05809336191903934481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17047716.post-82992718265927352832016-03-16T16:38:34.374-07:002016-03-16T16:38:34.374-07:00Yep. It is.
But it's a weird saddening though...Yep. It is.<br /><br />But it's a weird saddening thought - that there will be lots of 'lasts'. Though some things I am so happy not to repeat... <br /><br />Heidegger was right. Surely 'being-towards-death' or death consciousness is just a fancy way of saying what is grasped (often too) late - appreciate every minute cos it's all finite. And that knowledge should sharpen appreciation.<br /><br />Mind you it's a theory I've been too shit at making reality. Everydayness has been my anaesthetic. Death consciousness depresses the hell out of me. Who could live at that feverpitch intensity?<br /><br />Lovely to read of your parents' visit. Enjoy :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com