Atheism and Death

They say, though I am not sure who, that a Blog is living thing. Really though it is more like those Tamagochi toys that were surprisingly popular in the late 90’s. You can feed it with random posts every day and it may grow or it may stay the same. If you ignore it for too long then you turn it back on and there is nothing but and LCD gravestone on the screen.

The reason for the current lapse in activity is not the normal self-dramatising writer’s block or just plain laziness but a death in the family. As I write this I have my one year old neice on my lap and a funeral poem on the printer. This is a stark reminder of the nature of life. Does not make it any easier however, when someone you love dies.

In the aftermath of a loss people fall back on the familiar, on the comforting and on the routine. Religion is all of those things clearly. However, if you are without faith it does become uncomfortable when asked about Heaven and seeing people “in the next life”. But you square the circle and realise that sometimes it is better to let people talk bullshit than to hurt them. Which, is pretty much why man created religion in the first place


About poetryinstasis

I am a long haired, infrequent blogger and Literature enthusiast. I also watch an unhealthy amount of Football (Soccer) and am the rarest of things as I support my local team. "I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know the best" Frida Kahlo
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3 Responses to Atheism and Death

  1. Sir Ian says:

    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there. I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow.
    I am the diamond glints on snow.
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you awaken in the morning’s hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of quiet birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry;
    I am not there. I did not die.
    Mary Elizabeth Frye

    I know it probably isn’t going to help, because well it will suck regardless. And I guess that’s okay as long as it doesn’t suck right now. But hey, we like to give meaning to stuff. So this is my way of coping with it. By remembering that when I die, my atoms will dwell in lots of people. Perhaps I shouldn’t have posted this but I think that’s pretty cool. I am made of dead people and will be be part of living people.

    • I have heard that one before and it is really nice. The idea that we become atoms is very “circle of life” but nice all the same. Personally, I would say we just stop; like the sleep you have when you’re exhausted.

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