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[outkast_3000]

out, out brief candle - i lose myself oftentimes in the metaphysics of death...i'm quite consumed with denouement, cessation, legacies and penultimate moments - what was the second last thing performed, said, intimated before that final breath, thought, sigh. it becomes such a romantic affair - in all that postmodern glory of death as evasive,

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[anonymous]

hmm that death is a transcendental signified, even a trace--maybe this is its appeal. i think one of the reasons why death is so seductively and elusively romantic is precisely because of that vacuity. i do think it is a fearful exercise to attempt to thematize death in our own personal ways, but there is also a certain... craftsmanship to it, that we imperialize death but also somehow make it our own--a selfish violence, but why should there be an allergy towards selfishness, as if death qua death had rights. i think romanticizing--conceptualizing--is itself somehow a reconciliation, a coming to terms with. however, it is not a reconciliation in that we are somehow accounting for or shrouding its simplicity--this simplicity is its very ugliness, as seen in the finality of the mother/children--but a reconciliation in that we mythologize in order to *love* life through death and *love* death through life... to make death personal and selfishly our own is not to dampen its ugliness, but to make our finality our own legacy that dies with

[anonymous]

sry, my explanation capabilities are very limited. let me try to reword...

in personalizing death on the plane of the ego, we passively imply a personalizing of death on the plane of subjectivity-beneath-ego... or the ego reduced to its most minimal form, stripped of consciousness and freedom and selfhood. it is a profound mineness that is somehow in tandem with the cold objectivity of death. a relationship with death in a primordial experience. it's not to give it meaning, but merely to... clasp its hand.