I love to quote Christopher Hitchens whenever I get the chance. He said, of death, in one of his debates:
"It will happen to all of us, that at some point you get tapped on the shoulder and told, not just that the party’s over, but slightly worse: the party’s going on — but you have to leave. And it’s going on without you. That’s the reflection that I think most upsets people about their demise."
Most humans, I think, understand our personal impermanence. But, at some times for some reasons, we can feel it. While I don't find it particularly calming, or reassuring -I'd probably liken the feeling to a kind of existential angst- there is a sense of dignity in those moments. The sombre acknowledgement of the fragility of ourselves, even without serene acceptance, is a point our species can take pride in. If we are separate from the rest of the animals, I suspect this would be the point of divergence. I don't think this animal knew it's bones would provide a brief rest stop for a small dragonfly. But then I don't know what use, if any, will be made of my bones, not really.
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