Sunday, February 03, 2008
Ok, time for another song related cliche. On the same CD that inspired the 'she meant nothing to me' question is a song with the chorus "A heart that hurts is a heart that works". Faulkner once wrote “Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain”. Do you agree with that? I used to, but after two years of near constant worry, angst, and aggro I'm starting to think that maybe a few months of emotional flatline would be welcome. But, then again, I've never experienced a total lack of emotion, so I can't really say if it would be restful or not. I remember back when my father was alive he got into Trancendental Meditation. We all gathered in the living room, and he tried to help us to totally clear our minds and think of nothing. I must have been all of 8 years old, and was totally unable to stop thinking. Many years later I studied Yoga, and again during the sessions we were supposed to focus solely on our breathing, and on the body twisting poses we were attempting to accomplish. And again, I was never able to shut my mind down. So I cannot imagine what it feels like to experience nothing, which may be why that is my greatest fear...that death is simply nothing. Oblivion. No more me.
Any thoughts, class?
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