One part of the fear of being dead is the fear of not being really dead.ġ4. One night he came back looking both sheepish and startled, having peed on the electric fence.ġ3. My dad often took what he called his “constitutional” after supper. We had an electric fence at home around the horse pasture.
Paul Zweig, on hearing the news he had cancer, felt like someone who had been thrown against an electric fence.ġ2.
Both of my parents knew they were dying, were terrified, and could not speak of it.ġ1. Who dreads the time before they existed? Who does that?ġ0.
#ANTONYM FOR COLLOQUY CRACK#
Nabokov, appreciating Lucretius’ metaphor: The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two identities of darkness. Fear of death, however, is lop-sided, a problem identified by Lucretius as “temporal asymmetry” and irrational since death is the mirror half of the time before birth, the “prior abyss.”ĩ. Only Henry James called death the distinguished thing.Ĩ.
#ANTONYM FOR COLLOQUY SERIAL#
The thought of non-existence-Keats: When I have fears that I may cease to be- and death is usually described as a bad actor, a snatcher, a kidnapper, the ultimate serial killer. My father died a nine-month death of lung cancer, my mother a six-month death of brain cancer. Closer to home, by vending machine-37 a year in the US, or perhaps cruelest of all, by chocolate-not the dessert-the falling into a vat of, as did Vincent Smith II in 2009.Ħ. Heart disease and strokes, the perennial one-two favorites, but also death by hippo-100 to 300 people a year in Africa, or death by coconut bonking of the head-2.5% of all deaths in Papua, New Guinea. And yet, We live the time that a match flickers-Robert Louis Stevenson, who knew what he was talking about, living his entire life in 44 years.ĥ. During those average sixty-seven years, the heart beats an average three billion beats, the lungs expand an average half a billion breaths, and the eyes blink an average 500 million blinks. I’m already eight years ahead of the global average life-span of sixty-seven. Although my Grandma made it to ninety-eight, and I have her body-long arms, weak stomach, ornery hair-lately, I’ve been thinking about Mortality.ģ.
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