In a Graveyard
I’ve often been asked how I feel about death. (Because, as you know, if you don’t believe in an afterlife, then you must be terrified to die). A couple days ago, I was listening to Poses and reencountered this gem, “In a Graveyard”. I love the piano, but this is one of his songs that I fell in love with just for the lyrics. It pretty much captures my attitude towards death. Death can be good, something to be desired even: can you imagine what it’d be like to be doomed to live forever? To put up with all the foibles of humanity forever? Much better to live a full life and then exit, stage left. Life is a struggle, death is the cessation.
Wandering properties of death
Arresting moons within our eyes and smiles
We did rest
Amongst the granite tombs to catch our breathWorldly sounds of endless warring
Were for just a moment silent stars
Worldly boundaries of dying
Were for just a moment never ours
All was new
Just as the black horizons blueThen along the bending path away
I smiled in knowing I’d be back one day.
Possibly relevant posts:
- Rufus in the morning (4/2/2007)
- Two Unsatisfactory Theories of Government (10/4/2002)
- The
joke (2/7/2005)