Upon setting out to explore what it would mean to survive death, I instantly found myself imagining a dystopian future where the human race has lost its youth. Sagging skin and crippled figures clutching mobility aids, riddled with sciatica and unable to hear a thing, an undying race, refusing to leave the planet. Boredom settled in many centuries ago, a world full of chequers and chess masters with nothing else to do. But alas, to my relief the human body would not survive such longevity and would die. Hurrah! So now this returns me to the question, what would it mean for ‘me’ to ‘survive death’? Continue reading “What would it mean for ‘me’ to ‘survive death’?”
Upon reading Being and Time, my interpretation of living has been affected, Martin Heidegger has introduced me into the realms of possibilities as appose to a world only filled with actualities. After coming to an understanding of the concept that Heidegger enforces, death becomes beautiful, and the reaper is no longer as grim. Continue reading “Death as a tool to shape the way in which life can be lived”
As Beigbeder peers through the window of the world, his grim reflections stares straight back at him with a slightly ironic sneer as the reflection is aware that through the pursuing of writing this novel about the death of thousands it has made his own death very apparent and real.