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Essay Open Your Mind to Death

Captain.Heroin

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Most of my heroes are dead, Corbelli and Heisman killed themselves, Rand contracted cancer from her love of tobacco and Freud euthanized himself. Mitchell Heisman wrote an absurdly long 1,905 page long book entitled Suicide Note and the quote I posted here is probably one of the best thesis statements he had in it.

But I'm totally better than all my heroes so I'll probably live to be in hospice one day, needlessly suffering...


Open Your Mind to Death

There is a very popular opinion that choosing life is inherently superior to choosing death. This belief that life is inherently preferable to death is one of the most widespread superstitions. This bias constitutes one of the most obstinate mythologies of the human species.

This prejudice against death, however, is a kind of xenophobia. Discrimination against death is simply assumed good and right. Absolutist faith in life is commonly a result of the unthinking conviction that existence or survival, along with an irrational fear of death, is “good”. This unreasoned conviction in the rightness of life over death is like a god or amass delusion. Life is the “noble lie”; the common secular religion of the West.

For the conventional Westerner, the obvious leap of faith to make here is that one’s “self” and its preservation constitute the first measure of rationality. Yet if one begins reasoning with the unquestioned premise that life is good, or that one’s own life or any life is justified, this is very different from bringing that premise itself to be questioned rationally. Anyone who has ever contemplated his or her own mortality might question the ultimate sanity of the premise of self-preservation. Even if it is possible to liveforever, moreover, this makes not an iota of difference as tithe question of the value of existence.

Most people are so prejudiced on this issue that they simply refuse to even consider the possibilities of death. Humans tend to be so irrationally prejudiced towards the premise of life that rational treatment of death seldom see the light of day. Most people will likely fall back on their most thoughtless convictions, intuitions, and instincts, instead of attempting to think through their biases (much less overcome them).

Yet is choosing death “irrational”? For what reason? Foremost people, “irrationality” apparently refers to a subjectivity experience in which their fear of death masters them — as opposed the discipline of mastering one’s fear of death. By “irrational”, they mean that they feel compelled to bow down before this master. An individual is “free”, apparently, when he or she is too scared to question obedience to the authority of the fear of death. This unquestioned slavery to the most common and unreasonable instincts is what, in practice, liberal individualists call rationalism.

Most common moral positions justify and cloak this fear of death. And like any traditional authority, time has gathered a whole system of rituals, conventions, and customs to maintain its authority and power as unquestionable, inevitable, and fated; fear of death as the true, the good, and the beautiful. For most people, fear of death is the unquestionable master that establishes all other hierarchies — both social hierarchies, and the hierarchies within one’s own mind. Most are humbly grateful for thievery privilege of obedience and do not want to be free.

I propose opening your mind towards the liberation of death; towards exposing this blind faith in life as a myth, alias, and an error. To overcome this delusion, the “magic spell” of pious reverence for life over death must be broken. To do so is to examine the faith in life that has been left unexamined; the naïve secular and non-secular faith in life over death.

Opening one’s mind to death emerges from the attempt to unshackle one’s mind from the limitations of all borders. It leads to overcoming all biological boundaries, including borders between the “self” and the larger world. It reaches towards the elimination of biologically based prejudices altogether, including prejudice towards biological self-preservation.

The attempt to go beyond ethnocentrism and anthropomorphism leads towards overcoming the prejudices of what I call viviocentrism, or, life-centeredness. Just as overcoming ethnocentrism requires recognition of the provincialism of ethnic values, overcoming viviocentrism emerges from the recognition of the provincialism of life values. Viviocentric provincialism is exposed through an enlarged view from our planet, our solar system, our galaxy, and the limits of our knowledge of the larger cosmos we live in.

Overcoming the prejudice against death, then, is only an extension and continuation of the Western project of eliminating bias, especially biologically based biases (i.e. race or sex-based biases). The liberation of death is only the next step in the political logic that has hitherto sought to overcome prejudices based on old assumptions of a fixed biological human nature. Its opposite is an Aristotelian, teleological conception of nature; a nature of natural slaves, natural aristocracy, natural patriarchy, natural inferiority of women, natural racial kinds, natural heterosexuality and, finally, natural self-preservation. This older, teleological view suggests that individual self-preservation is an expression of a fixed biologically based nature that culture and/or reason is incapable of changing, altering, or overcoming.

Just as it was considered unnatural or even insane that men be loosed from “natural” subordination to their king, or that women be unchained from “natural” subordination to their fathers and husbands, today it is considered unnatural that death be liberated from its “natural” subordination to the tyranny of life. From this point of view, one can recognize that the pro-choice stance on abortion and the right to die stance on euthanasia have already opened paths over conventional pro-life superstitions. These developments towards the liberation of biological death may lead to what may be the highest fulfillment of egalitarian progress: the equality of life and death. Further liberations of death should challenge one’s convictions in the same way that egalitarianisms of the past have challenged common assumptions and convictions: the equality of all men, the equality of the races, the equality of the sexes, the equality of sexual orientations, the equality of the biological and physical, and the equality of life and death.

Overcoming the “will to live”, then, represents one of the final steps in overcoming the provincial and “primitive” life instincts probably inherited from our evolutionary past, i.e. Inclinations towards patriarchy, authoritarianism, sexism, Kinism, and racism. It is not only a contribution to civilization but a culmination of the progress of civilization, that is, the application of reason to human existence. Only when the will to live itself is civilized; can one be free to acknowledge that reason itself does not dictate a bias towards life.
 
i think of death everyday, at leats once a week i am sick of life, and just think to myself am i gonna make it to work safely or get plowed by a mac truck, or catch the virus from work, most days i wlecome it, but wont go out of my way for the pain
 
I believe in it.

We live in a sick world where vultures crowd around the sick and dying, waiting for the moment, among nosocomial infections, tubes, ventilators, masks, negative pressure rooms, completely unappealing.

I will die in nature. Edit: I know this, I have planned it out, it has already happened (the final predicate of me) and I will look upon the beauty of the world like Emerson. I saw it as a premonition and I know it is coming. I believe I will have the chance to avoid the end-stage of the disease.

But I think we should live a full, well life. It is absurd to prematurely end ones life.

Edit: I predicted I was going to die in 2020, as a result of Trump's re-election as I would not survive in a world where Trump won re-election. My prediction was wrong hence I likely am not going to kill myself (like, intentionally, but misadventure or accident is still totally possible with my heedless risk-seeking behavior).
 
I'm a big fan of Dr. Kavorkian's work and I do believe it is ethical to help severely terminally ill patients end their life in the most compassionate way possible. But I also agree that life is to be lived. I have gone through periods of life where I was haunted by suicidal thoughts and finally came to the conclusion that I won't end my life--because life is the strangest trip there is and I might as well see it out to the end!

I do respect everyone's right to take their own life. I find youth suicides to be particularly tragic, but if someone chooses to end their life in middle/old age, I still find it tragic yet I TRY HARD to respect the individual's choice. If I were ever to commit suicide, it would be much later in life (60's-70s??) and I know that I would do it in nature. Some societies, such as Japanese society, honor the individual's right to choose when to leave this earth, whereas American society stresses the idea that suicide is a selfish and weak act.
 
We are simply wired to preserve ourselves, but we can suck at it. Life is the one true tyrant.

I long ago opened my mind to it, but have not found it liberating. The feelings of my loved ones is my main motivation to continue. Opening your mind to death can certainly lead to impulsive and risky behavior as well, but to live is to die and to not experience as much as you can in this world is to waste ones life.

I have only truly been compelled to end it while in a rage, a short compulsion due to a bad circumstance. Otherwise I just wish for it daily, and constantly look for a distraction of some sort.
 
I was incredibly fixated on death as a kid. I’m not saying I was a goth. I’m talking about a death obsession when I was like 5-8 years old. I would go on picnics at various cemeteries with my Grandma (who even looked like Ruth Gordon from Harold and Maude). I wanted to visit mortuaries and I read obituaries in the newspaper as soon as I could read. My dad also had a weird death fixation and none of it was good for my already burgeoning weirdness.

My mom’s solution was to send me to some psychologist that specialized in treating creepy kids. I was made to go out in nature, and be among the living!

I probably developed my love of the beach because of Dr. AntiDeath, but I still love to spend time at cemeteries and I read about death a lot. I pretty much only read the obituaries and ignore the rest of the newspaper to this day. I don’t know what would’ve become of me were it not for that early intervention.
 
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I was incredibly fixated on death as a kid. I’m not saying I was a goth. I’m talking about a death obsession when I was like 5-8 years old. I would go on picnics at various cemeteries with my Grandma (who even looked like Ruth Gordon from Harold and Maude). I wanted to visit mortuaries and I read obituaries in the newspaper as soon as I could read. My dad also had a weird death fixation and none of it was good for my already burgeoning weirdness.

My mom’s solution was to send me to some psychologist that specialized in treating creepy kids. I was made to go out in nature, and be among the living!

I probably developed my love of the beach because of Dr. AntiDeath, but I still love to spend time at cemeteries and I read about death a lot. I pretty much only read the obituaries and ignore the rest of the newspaper to this day. I don’t know what would’ve become of me were it not for that early intervention.
hellyeah the closer death becomes the more we feel alive, kinda like ppl that are obssed with religion
 
Death has always been a part of my life. From chopping chickens heads off ( we ate them)at 5 yrs old, shooting possums( they ate our chickens). Could hit a squirrel long before I could ride a bike. Before you start with the inbred hick shit, understand that the way the world is changing may be a very useful threshold to have already crossed. If I’m hungry, once it ceases to breathe, it’s dinner.
As for humans, I’ve seen my share of bodies, family included. Became alcohol dependent for a solid year while convincing my oldest sib that her son's suicide was a personal decision and no fault or failure of hers. I was the last one to see him alive.
Lost my father to the gun three years ago after finally bringing to light his attrocities as a parent during our youth. In private of course, but was enough. Said my peace, felt free at last. Short lived, as I found him next morning in the back yard, self performed lobotomy successful. Carry that one to this day, kinda has me stuck. Which I believe was his intention with the timing and circumstance.
I believe our lives are a gift from our creator, however, in his grace he understands our choice to care for or neglect said present. To judge is not for me, to help with the clean up, that’s my job. Wouldn’t wish my thought process on worst enemy, and I’m sure I’m not alone.
No one gets out alive, and“ life” is defined differently by all. If you don’t like the odds, fold. Or bluff, it’s up to you.
 
Death has always been a part of my life. From chopping chickens heads off ( we ate them)at 5 yrs old, shooting possums( they ate our chickens). Could hit a squirrel long before I could ride a bike. Before you start with the inbred hick shit, understand that the way the world is changing may be a very useful threshold to have already crossed. If I’m hungry, once it ceases to breathe, it’s dinner.
As for humans, I’ve seen my share of bodies, family included. Became alcohol dependent for a solid year while convincing my oldest sib that her son's suicide was a personal decision and no fault or failure of hers. I was the last one to see him alive.
Lost my father to the gun three years ago after finally bringing to light his attrocities as a parent during our youth. In private of course, but was enough. Said my peace, felt free at last. Short lived, as I found him next morning in the back yard, self performed lobotomy successful. Carry that one to this day, kinda has me stuck. Which I believe was his intention with the timing and circumstance.
I believe our lives are a gift from our creator, however, in his grace he understands our choice to care for or neglect said present. To judge is not for me, to help with the clean up, that’s my job. Wouldn’t wish my thought process on worst enemy, and I’m sure I’m not alone.
No one gets out alive, and“ life” is defined differently by all. If you don’t like the odds, fold. Or bluff, it’s up to you.
its like poetry....
i feel ya, i have 2 dread ex girlfrends, they didnt die in front of me, but it fucked with my head for a more than a few years, my nephew and cousin died this year OD , death is always around it feels, at least when we die hopfuly the suffering from living is gone,
i like this thread
 
Son I’ve made a livin out of reading people’s faces. Knowing what the cards are by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind me sayin, I can see we’re out of Aces. For a taste of your whiskey, I’ll give you some advice.
 
Son I’ve made a livin out of reading people’s faces. Knowing what the cards are by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind me sayin, I can see we’re out of Aces. For a taste of your whiskey, I’ll give you some advice.
im on board,
lets go down with the ship
 
I agree. Without this place I’d be out my tree. Good to rant, maybe say something helpful. But I get way more than I give here. Love y’all
 
i watched a video about depersonality disorder i think i might have it but i would rather not tell my dr. i dont want a diagnosis
i know im fucked in the head a lil bit any way, and i dont wholheartly beleve every diagnosis/ treatment to be 100% true
but its all good ive been like this all my life
gotta embrace that shit
 
Popeye said it best
I am what I am. Your unique combination of experience, dna strands and genetics make you you.
Embrace it.
Wake up everyday do the next right thing, leave results up to karma, God or fate.
 
I have gone through periods of life where I was haunted by suicidal thoughts and finally came to the conclusion that I won't end my life--because life is the strangest trip there is and I might as well see it out to the end!
Were you struggling with the apparent lack of meaning in life or the inability to find it, as I am?

I was incredibly fixated on death as a kid. I’m not saying I was a goth. I’m talking about a death obsession when I was like 5-8 years old. I would go on picnics at various cemeteries with my Grandma (who even looked like Ruth Gordon from Harold and Maude). I wanted to visit mortuaries and I read obituaries in the newspaper as soon as I could read. My dad also had a weird death fixation and none of it was good for my already burgeoning weirdness.

My mom’s solution was to send me to some psychologist that specialized in treating creepy kids. I was made to go out in nature, and be among the living!

I probably developed my love of the beach because of Dr. AntiDeath, but I still love to spend time at cemeteries and I read about death a lot. I pretty much only read the obituaries and ignore the rest of the newspaper to this day. I don’t know what would’ve become of me were it not for that early intervention.
The entire point of philosophy is to prepare yourself for dying and death (rough quote from Socrates).

All of my heroes have been largely death-obsessed individuals like Marco Corbelli. As a Buddhist I believe death shall probably deliver the best nirvana (somehow slightly out-doing all the other states of nirvana I've been fortunate enough to experience while coming back to the same life) and it is natural to have a death obsession. Life is suffering and it would be like looking forward to the best drug combo at your favorite music festival.

I don't think anything would have "become" of you. Just my 2c.
 
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