Death - do we really believe it is part of the order of our lives? We say that we do. But when it becomes lucent to our imagination, how natural does it feel? W. A. Mozart's attributed last words are apropros here: 'The taste of death is on my tongue. I feel something which is not of this world'. Death is not like survival and procreation. it is more like a visitation from a foreign and engimatic sphere, one to which we are connected by our consciousness. No consciousness, no death. No death, no stories with a beginning, middle and an end.
from Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy Against the Human Race
Published on April 16, 2014 04:09