The classic what is life without strife taken to extremes: indescribable gratification from a near death experience.
And what I can tell you is that, on both occasions, I felt an intense and unmediated sense of peace and rightness, something oceanic and pure and heartbreakingly simple. Here, at what I had every reason to believe was the very limit of a life I generally consciously experienced as a disappointment, I had somehow broken free into something so far beyond beauty that language doesn’t have the tools to convey it.
I can’t say to have ever come near death, but the sensation resonates with me a bunch. The tumble while skiing or playing soccer, the best kind is when you just explode into the ground and bounce right back up.
Tonight I also managed to come across this quote, with which I wholeheartedly agree.
The great object of life is sensation — to feel that we exist, even though in pain. It is this ‘craving void’ which drives us to gaming — to battle, to travel — to intemperate, but keenly felt, pursuits of any description, whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment. Lord Byron, via here then here after a google)
A few things that come to mind:
But doing that kind of thing really does feel good, afterwards. It’s great to cheat, if not death, some other significant hurt or embarrassment. It’s the wonder of turning a bad situation into a good one; of coming out of the fire without getting burned; of proving that you really are all that. Or you’re at least enough of it to get lucky and look back onto some experience and know that it really shouldn’t have turned out the way it did, but for your supreme skills, or luck.
But I don’t know, things get creepy when people go looking for this kind of thrill. Where do adrenaline sports like skydiving or base jumping turn into dysfunction; into self mutilation and the like? Adam Greenfield again:
What I don’t buy is the coupling [...] of the sought-for ego-dissolution to the sensation of bodily violence. The latter, I’d argue, is immaterial, a distraction, the worst sort of red herring. What’s crucial is letting go of control.
And he wraps it up better than I’d have been able to. It’s that something else – luck, god, circumstance – has caused disaster, and the same chose to spare us from whatever should have been the consequence.
There isn’t much that I can say.
How many people have died at the hands of poverty today?
My bedstemor, danish for grandma, died last thursday at the age of 97. I have some great memories of her. She hadn’t been doing so hot in her later years, her mental function had been declining and her hearing had disappeared. When we visited her she could hold up a conversation as long as we wrote notes to her, but it never was too deep a conversation.
I feel a bit guilty thinking this, but it really was her time to go.
I’m not going on with an obituary here (here’s what ran in the paper), but I figured it was the sort of thing I ought to note. I don’t have much to say, which leads me to believe I haven’t really had time to settle my own feelings yet. She was an impressive woman, there’s less in the world without her.
The Pentagon has a no count policy, in which it doesn’t tally those killed in the wars it starts. The other day Bush estimated 30,000 dead. That’s the lowest number you’ll find out there – and it’s only counting civilian death. An Iraqi humanitarian organization puts the number at 128,000.
And the number coming from Bush himself, I wouldn’t think it anything but conservative.
1 in 37 American adults are in prison. 1 in 3 black men will go to prison, along with 1 in 17 white men. Hispanics and Blacks make up 25% of the american population, yet 60% of the incarcerated.
For every black man that goes to college, 3 will go to prison.
In 1974 there were just under 500,000 inmates in the US. In 2001, that number passed 2,000,000. Between 1985 and 2000 federal funding for corrections increased 166%, compared with 24% for education.
As of 2001, Bureau of Justice statistics show that 7 out of 10 released prisoners will be re-arrested within 3 years.
Bush (our president!) claims to be a Christian, yet proved to be the most prolific murderer in all of Texas. What would Jesus have done?
Are you fucking kidding me?
(As always, wikipedia rocks)
I’m young and strong. I’m rarely if ever sick, at least to the point of being at all encumbered. A runny nose here and there, maybe a headache. But I’m starting to feel a little older, and being 18, that means almost nothing. Years of playing soccer and other sports has taken a toll, one most felt in my knees. But I’m incredibly lucky, thank god for that.
Resurrection! by Science!
Apparently by replacing the blood in dead dogs with another solution, the dogs ability to function is retained although it’s heart and brain stop functioning. Then a few shocks to get things going again, and the blood gets pumped back in…
Best Hunter Thompson obit I’ve seen yet.