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[fruktansvard]

[ Up Fabian meanders in his slow placid sort of way. He drapes his arms over the podium and links those bony fingers for a moment before deciding this question would be best delivered around a cigarette. Once that's been taken care of, he goes back to previous posture. ]

Do you fear death; do you long for it? Does death inspire a curiosity or a paralysis within your thoughts? Have you put great thought in to after death? Do you have your own personal belief?

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[peratic]

I always liked what Plato (and Derrida, much later) said about it, that all philosophy prepares us for death. There is a completeness in death that is impossible to attain while alive...not to romanticize, because I don't. Can't.

When I was younger, I was a bit obsessed with it. I hated the not knowing about what would come after, and if I ever thought about dying, well, it was more to eliminate any sense of that ambiguity than anything else. [ So she says, anyway, speaking in a way that's both absent and practiced. These are statements she has made in her head before, explicitly and deliberately spelling out her own thoughts. It's mostly true. Control freak since the age of twelve. ]

Some people look at death like an adversary. Something tangible they have to fight against.

[fruktansvard]

[ And he was one of those people. It started so small. It started with love, ironically enough. Love turned to greed, greed turned to vanity, vanity turned to pride, and pride turned to fear when he watched his partner and he did not. The blood was Fabian's hands. It was a lot of blood, a lot of blood. Three hundred and ninety seven years later, he's impossibly thankful to see his face aging. ]

I feel there's nothing wrong with wondering. There are so few ways to truly understand what lays beyond that veil. Certainly not healthy and safe practices with insurance of return. [ Which doesn't mean that there's not ways to see without possibly returning. Difficult? yes. very. dangerous. ]

I wonder sometimes what it is that drives this fear beyond the key idea of unknown. A life not fulfilled?