Death

Once you are dead; death ceases to exist.

Photo by Weird Sly Kip taken in a basswood and oak forest about an hour outside Ottawa one cold winter morning as he was going for a walk with his border collie “Nelly”

The rugged old Norseman

“The rugged old Norsemen spoke of death as Heimgang–home-going.  So the snow-flowers go home when they melt and flow to the sea, and the rock ferns, after unrolling their fronds to the light and beautifying the rocks, roll them up close again in the autumn and blend with the soil.

Myriads of rejoicing living creatures, daily, hourly, perhaps every moment sink into death’s arms …

All the merry dwellers of the trees and streams, and the myriad swarms of the air, called into life by the sunbeam of a summer morning, go home through death, wings folded perhaps in the last red rays of sunset of the day they were first tried.  Trees towering in the sky, braving storms of centuries, flowers turning faces to the light for a single day or hour, having enjoyed their share of life’s feast–all alike pass on and away under the law of death and love.

Yet all are our brothers and sisters and they enjoy life as we do, share heaven’s blessings with us, die and are buried in hallowed ground, come with us out of eternity and return into eternity …

Death is a kind nurse saying, “Come, children, to bed and get up in the morning”–a gracious Mother calling her children home.”

Chris Highland https://chighland.com/2022/08/22/mother-death/

Requiem
Robert Louis Stevenson – 1850-1894

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

Requiem Redux
Weird Sly Kip 1957-

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,

Here I lay where I longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
Home for the restless content to be.

Seneca on the shortness of life

Seneca (1 BCE – CE 65) was Nero’s tutor and one of his advisers. Seneca was charged with complicity in the Pisonian conspiracy and compelled to commit suicide in 65

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