Don’t know that much of transcendentalism, but from my Highschool
class I’ve been told it’s about how we’re all connected. Given enough
imagination we can discern what it’s like to be a Roman citizen praying at an altar;
a Japenese emperor tending his country.
I’m moving in two weeks.
It’s given me a new perspective on death. What it’s like to settle my
debts, to help my friends set up a life without me and to manufacture my last
waking moments. And if we pretend that each act towards moving is the equivalent
of one cough, one bleeding stomache, one tank of oxygen, than I can discern
what it’s like to manufacture my last moments as my body begins to shut down. And
you know what I’ve found…?
I’ve discovered a new awareness. The details become vital, yet there’s no time
for worry. I’ve discovered that my
relationships with people have dissolved into pure love. From a taste of death, I’ve discovered I’ve
never felt more alive…
But what is this fire, this power, this energy that burns through my
veins? A passion. A drive. An
anticipation for the death to come. Ashes to ashes, and the Phoenix shall rise
again. The answer is birth...
