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Post by Yeti on Oct 9, 2023 13:31:15 GMT -5
The Matrix movies are just sci-fi action adventures but there's some lines of dialog pertaining to humanity and human nature that I found insightful or at least true. Neo is taught that everything that has a beginning has an end. There's no exception to that. There will be a time that no humans exist in the universe. Eventually Earth will be gone and our star will die. Given enough billions of years, the universe will die. Ourselves and everyone we know will be gone sooner or later.
I know people that have lost a child. Death is a part of life and everyone we know will die, but there's a natural order to it and we are supposed to outlive our parents, and not the other way around. Fifteen years ago this month a childhood friend passed away at the age of 27. I can't think of anything I dread more than the possibility of having to bury one of my children, and I'm not sure how I'd be able to carry on afterwards.
The only thing I can figure to keep me going would be keeping my child's memory alive. I don't remember where I heard it, but it was alleged that Vikings had a belief that we die twice - the first time when our body dies and the second time when last our name is spoken; the thought evidently being that we live on in the stories told of us and when nobody speaks of us or remembers us further than we are truly gone. My father passed away closer to seven years ago now and my friend passed away fifteen years ago, but they still live on when we speak of them and tell stories of them. I miss them but I won't shy away from talking about them because doing so keeps their memory alive.
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Post by Jörmungandr on Oct 9, 2023 15:05:10 GMT -5
Wow. That's heavy. I don't even know what to say. Death isn't a light topic. Sorry about your friend. I assume you were close.
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Post by Yeti on Oct 9, 2023 19:47:46 GMT -5
Wow. That's heavy. I don't even know what to say. Death isn't a light topic. Sorry about your friend. I assume you were close. Yeah. We spent a great deal of time together since childhood. His family treated me like I was his brother. If I went over to their house I didn't have to knock; just go right on in like I lived there. His grandma was grandma. I could just go on into her home, too. I had spare keys to their stuff. Et cetera. It wasn't unusual to get a call in the middle of the night needing me to come to the rescue, like him locking himself out of his Jeep. I'd be tired but I was Old Faithful and drag myself out of bed to help. Early one morning I was awakened by a call from him. I answered, expecting maybe he needed me again. It wasn't his voice but his cousin. He said my friend had passed away. I thought it was some kind of sick joke. Halloween was coming up. I figured they were in the background laughing or something. I didn't know what to say because that would be serious news but if it was a prank I didn't want to feed their laughter. I said something like "okay" and hung up. I figured I'd better see what was going on so I drove over to their house. There were a lot of cars parked outside. That's when I knew it wasn't a joke.
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