Monday, October 31, 2011

Beautiful life will lead to beautiful death. Stay beautiful.


The month of “Eternal rest grant unto them O lord, and let the perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen.” is indeed back to remind us that dust indeed we are and unto dust we shall return. The world chants ejaculations for the peaceful resting of departed souls. Proserpine has left the earth and her mother is not willing to bless vegetations any more. There is gloom all around. The "Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” is half and a quarter turned to go. Gloom is ready to take its chair. Praying for the death at this time of the year is indeed apt. It’s getting bitingly cold. The snow is beginning to empower the land, turning landscape into snowscape. In a place like Thiruvarur, heaven’s great lamps seem to have dived into a long oblivion with the arrival of the Northeast monsoon. Winter nights are beginning to enlarge the number of their hours and with it winter blues. We die many deaths before we can properly die. Death and winter both bear darts and wound and sting with cold as love with heat. And yes, sickness, age, or grief will marry our body to dust. This nuptial for sure we cannot procrastinate for we are all traveling toward it every second speeding together with times’ wing chariot. Our west of life will be a matter of 12 hrs drive. Turning to dust makes a lot of sense.

But how does the concept of heaven and hell strike one? Are we all waiting for the blow of the archangelical trumpet? How many of us are trying to live a good life because we are scared of the perpetually burning flames of hell believing that God would not be God if He did not penalize the transgressor? The heaven where God dwells is also pretty attractive I suppose. Heaven has free flowing rivers of milk and honey they say. I like neither. Who wants to have a beautiful death? Let us all live beautiful lives first and not bother about death. Have you not heard what James Shirley had to say? Death is the leveller. Death does not define how beautiful, affluent or majestic one is. It levels. But life defines. One cannot have a beautiful death unless one has led a beautiful life. This November I wish all a happy, tranquil, facilitating living. Beautiful people with beautiful feet, hands, heart and mind stay beautiful.   

3 comments:

  1. I think one ought to live "good" not for the consequence of what is to come but since it is the ethical way. Heaven and hell are just symbols.
    The idea that a beautiful life leads to beautiful death is also arguable, I reckon. By uttering that idea you are hinting at karma. Let us take an example, look at Jesus. He had a good (how good, is disputable) but his death was definitely not so. He was stripped, beaten, and mutilated. His living and death were not very aligned. Maybe his death made others' lives beautiful but not his own. His life defined his purpose.

    Thanks for these thoughts as one steps into November. May peace, joy, love and passion overflow within and outside.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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  2. Beautiful death is not about a painless death. By beautiful death i mean the you even after you have joined the majority. In fact Christ had the most beautiful death out of which we have BC and AD, a universal phenomenon.

    Thank you so much for yours views. Deeply appreciated.

    me.

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  3. The beauty in the pain comes after everything is over. I can't romanticise pain and see beauty in it. Maybe it becomes beautiful afterwards but at that time, it is definitely painful.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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