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December 28th 2009

    Can't help but defy the existentialists and wonder how it will be to arrive at that moment when life ceases.   I have heard the wishful, and seen their temples.  But for me "The End" is well named by language.  It is easily defined and without subtlety of interpretation.

     Mostly we are children.   Grasping for those elements of difference that give us purpose.  We look into the heaven and ask why.  Or we become like moles, tunneling through life, made angry by uncertainty, made unprincipled by want, and preoccupied by 'me'. 

    I will say that after 'now', a mind can look back at yesterday for explanation.   It can build itself  an understanding of 'now' as belonging to yesterday, or it can build itself an understanding of 'now' as belonging to tomorrow.   I will say that orderliness contains acceptance.   And I will understand why some will say, "Acceptance is orderliness!"



    But "The End" allows for no such moment of  'now'.  It contains no orderliness.  Better to think of it as a confluence of minds, because we can only ever experience it through others.   And how difficult an experience.

    Yet, this experience as the 'now' of yesterday, had better be well remembered, otherwise a mind reaches for invention and pretend, and it builds temples to uncertainty.  It builds structures that just are not true.  On it goes into a place of deceit and unhappiness.

    Then those smiles afterward, are smiles of embarrassment, because the experience of dying defines goodness for our species.   And amongst children "goodness" is more often unimportant.

tim candler

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