But all of that is bunk. Have you ever seen death yourself? There’s nothing beautiful or peaceful about it. It’s ugly, rotten, with a horror so insurmountable that you make movies and write books to try and coax it into a bearable familiarity, but you can’t succeed. Have you ever watched the light go out of someone’s eyes? If you have, you know that’s a literal expression, not a poetic one. All the light, all the humanity ekes away into nothing and leaves a vacuous, gaping, stuffed sack of horror in its place. Those eyes don’t glaze, they don’t dim, they fill with a horrible, inhuman darkness.
This is true. Watching death come is horrific and haunting.
