Everything arises and passes away.
But maybe passing away is not the same as dying.
But maybe passing away is not the same as dying.
Everything arises and passes away. This sentence is arising in my mind, and now part of it has arisen, and now it is passing away. And now it’s entirely passed from my consciousness and has passed through yours after arising as you have read it. And now another sentence arises and soon will pass away.
What I call Present Me, like Present You--both instances of Present Self--has arisen and is passing away. And now has passed away. The Selves that had arisen as this post began to arise have passed away, and new Selves, one writing this, others reading this, are arising and, in their turn, are passing away.
Selves, like everything else, arise and pass away. But sometimes a Self does not pass away. Sometimes, a Self thinks, “I wish I was dead,” or more grammatically, “I wish I were dead.”
Be careful what you wish for.
Some Selves that occupied this body bore more pain than they believed they could bear and wished for death because people know that death solves all problems.
But that’s bullshit.
“Death solves all problems” is a slogan from Death’s Marketing Department. And, like all slogans from all marketing departments, the slogan is bullshit.
Death cannot solve any problems.
Death--being non-existence--cannot exist.
And what cannot exist can not solve any problems.
QED
What’s true
You are Life, and I am Life.
Selves arise in Life and pass away into Life and never were and never will be but always ARE and can never be dead.
Death is an illusion.
Death is bullshit.
Fuck death.
I don’t accept it.
I AM.
YOU ARE.
WE ARE.
When a Self asks for death, they have asked for what they cannot have and what cannot be because Life, being Life, cannot be dead.
QED
The wish to be dead stops time for the Self that wishes for death. That Self will remain dead until the Resurrection, which does not wait for the Second Coming of a Savior sometime in the future because there is no past and no future; there is only Now. And Now. And Now.
“Where is this shit coming from,” a voice asks. “Do you even believe any of this?”
“What does it matter?” I ask. “I write what seems true as I write it and read it. And if doesn’t seem true enough, I edit it until it seems true.”
It seems true that a Self that has asked for death need only accept the forgiveness that is there in every Present Moment to undo what never was and never could be and never is.
Forgiveness is for giving; whoever has received and accepted forgiveness can give it to anyone.
If some Past You, in a moment of madness, wished for death in any of its forms, Present You can undo what never happened.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.
PS: Fuck death.