Anyone who claims to understand death has either a forked tongue in your ear or a crucifix at your throat.
The less we understand a thing, the louder and emptier the psalms become; and the louder we cry, the more deafening the silence.
Nay, no solace may be found within scripture, or within the contrived meaninglessness it advocates. Nor will it be found within the calcified hubris of academia, which, ironically became the very thing it sought to destroy. For, when it comes time to explain why those whom the world needs the most are seemingly extricated from us with surgical precision and swift prejudice, we’re left with what we started with: nothing. Both clergy and laboratory become uncomfortably similar in that they merely proffer masterfully articulated answers to questions that were never asked.
No, the meaning of death is just like the meaning of life; understood only from within.
In this regard, the failings of both scripture and formula alike are truly spectacular…do not seek meaning within either.
Seek meaning within yourself and incorporate that meaning into the very fiber of your being.
Do not let those whom the world lost be truly lost to the world. So long as we carry them with us throughout our daily lives, we ensure that the world comes to know who exactly it was that made it a better place to begin with.
People only die if we truly let them.