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| comment | | "parent_author":"",<br>"parent_permlink":"life",<br>"author":"deadsparrow",<br>"permlink":"boozy-rant-26-the-ghost-in-the-shell-and-death",<br>"title":"Boozy Rant 26: The Ghost In The Shell and Death",<br>"body":"![The ghost in the shell and death.jpg (https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmZprWXMWjkrE6qTQWoxwoeqiwfg6PcmPWpSjzk99Lkpv7\/The%20ghost%20in%20the%20shell%20and%20death.jpg)\n\n ![fine-accent-line-divider.png (https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmZwAjV4vadhRi3jkNXbMd4aZrsy94YFNQQu98BbBaXR4M\/fine-accent-line-divider.png)\n\n|<center>![flowers-marguerites-destroyed-dead.jpg (https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmSgqoMUh1VBnHWfYqJatK6prTHp1pefFS1nzopW6jgXbr\/flowers-marguerites-destroyed-dead.jpg)*I don't fear death so much as I fear its prologues: loneliness,<br> decrepitude,<br> pain,<br> debilitation,<br> depression,<br> senility. After a few years of those,<br> I imagine death presents like a holiday at the beach.* ~ Mary Roach<\/center>|\n|-|\n\n<div class=\"text-justify\">An audacious echo in a room,<br> that can only be said to bring to the mind parting,<br> closing of life,<br> an end of a lifespan\u2019s tale; to boom through the heavy and dank airs of sadness,<br> pangs,<br> and certitude about the quantity and quality of the stuff of life. An intrusion of the obsessions that are,<br> at the best,<br> coping with the cold fact of mortality and at the worst,<br> a wish to have an eternal state of anguish and suffering. That\u2019s what I thought of my mother as my father fell progressively ill.\n<p>\n\nHe had been sick for a while with a parasitic infection of the blood and the lungs,<br> and had heeded my mother\u2019s command to be well and strong. It was,<br> I think,<br> at this point I found my position about faith,<br> religion and church become resolutely anti-theistic. In fact,<br> I though in such ways that it could be said that I hated it all. The very idea of wishing for immortality and wellness as a person struggle with the threatening ghost of death,<br> the bleak reek of inevitable uncoiling of the conscious,<br> the undoing of the last tethers to the flesh,<br> seemed more that than just wishful thinking and excusable human fragility. I felt it was an evil act drive madly by love.\n\nIt was even clearer in the last days that the very effort of hanging around was an insufferable demand made compulsory by the guilt tripping done by those that claim to love you. Love,<br> then is an act of selfish illusion and narcissism. Or rather,<br> it might be that,<br> how we are taught to love in such a way that it serves as an instrument of sinister covert control,<br> perhaps worst that hate.\n\nComing to the end of his race,<br> as the church women and the pastors would conduct prayers and what they thought was encouragement but was in fact superimposition of the Freudian nightmare,<br> he would talk to me about the very exhausting effort of living,<br> the taxing of the last strengths of his will and that little life he had left. I understood then that the anxious of living on was a perversion in par with compulsive drug use and spent life quickly and without substance. He truly must have wished then to have be at home and to perhaps have it end there,<br> welcoming the sleeper of life. He was ultimately done in by the very people that wanted him to make himself well. <\/div>\n\n ![fine-accent-line-divider.png (https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmZwAjV4vadhRi3jkNXbMd4aZrsy94YFNQQu98BbBaXR4M\/fine-accent-line-divider.png)\n\n-----\n\n<sub><center>Accent Line <a href=\"https:\/\/jmpsolarpower.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/09\/fine-accent-line-divider.png\">*Credit*<\/a><\/center><\/sub>\n\n------\n\n|<center>DON'T FORGET TO UPVOTE,<br> LEAVE A COMMENT,<br> RESTEEM AND FOLLOW IF YOU ENJOYED THIS POST,<br> OTHERWISE MY BOOZE STOCK WILL FALL CAUSING,<br> PERHAPS,<br> THE SINGLE GREATEST DISASTER IN THE HISTORY OF STUFF AND THINGS.<\/center>|\n|---|\n\n----\n\n<iframe width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/u05S9cq2bLY\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"autoplay; encrypted-media\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<sub>Music by <a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/u05S9cq2bLY\">A Perfect Circle<\/a><\/sub>\n\n-----\n\nhttps:\/\/cdn.discordapp.com\/attachments\/382917260022382592\/388985975487070218\/STEEMIT-BLOGGERS-GIF.gif\n<center>![APP.png (https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmQ599LwdiqJJw5oko4MK4PHcPJCZkvk8ScrW9ojcJfGX9\/APP.png)<\/center>",<br>"json_metadata":" \"tags\":[\"life\",<br>\"blog\",<br>\"steemitbloggers\",<br>\"philosophy\",<br>\"death\" ,<br>\"image\":[\"https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmZprWXMWjkrE6qTQWoxwoeqiwfg6PcmPWpSjzk99Lkpv7\/The%20ghost%20in%20the%20shell%20and%20death.jpg\",<br>\"https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmZwAjV4vadhRi3jkNXbMd4aZrsy94YFNQQu98BbBaXR4M\/fine-accent-line-divider.png\",<br>\"https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmSgqoMUh1VBnHWfYqJatK6prTHp1pefFS1nzopW6jgXbr\/flowers-marguerites-destroyed-dead.jpg\",<br>\"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/u05S9cq2bLY\/0.jpg\",<br>\"https:\/\/cdn.discordapp.com\/attachments\/382917260022382592\/388985975487070218\/STEEMIT-BLOGGERS-GIF.gif\",<br>\"https:\/\/steemitimages.com\/DQmQ599LwdiqJJw5oko4MK4PHcPJCZkvk8ScrW9ojcJfGX9\/APP.png\" ,<br>\"links\":[\"https:\/\/jmpsolarpower.files.wordpress.com\/2015\/09\/fine-accent-line-divider.png\",<br>\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/u05S9cq2bLY\",<br>\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/u05S9cq2bLY\" ,<br>\"app\":\"steemit\/0.1\",<br>\"format\":\"markdown\" " |
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