Arts A Note on Health
posted by on August 1 at 14:35 PM
Written elsewhere:
What exactly is joy? And what exactly is pain? Joy is the condition of being close to perfection, and pain is the condition of being at a distance from perfection. And what is perfection? It is the final state of feeling (and therefore being) infinite.To continue this opening line of thought:
We imagine God to be complete; meaning, He never gets sick, He never falls from the peak of perfection, from sound health, wellbeing, biological stability—the infinite. God is everything we want to be: always in working order, always seeing the expanse of the infinite. The attributes we give to Him are the feelings we have when we are in a state of happiness. What God and good health make clear is that there is an infinite. There is something that never ends, and the moments of seeing this endlessness are the moments that matter most of all. When sickness strikes, however, we descend from the mountain of this truth. And the more we descend, the more limited our reality becomes, the more pain we feel. Death is at the bottom of all this.
(Note: A graveyard with a view, such as the one in which my mother is buried, in Renton, is so puzzling. You see the city, the lake, airfield, forests, bridges—you command this view with an exhilarating sense of health. But immediately around you are the dead, the ones who fell from the positive infinite into the pit of the negative one. )
hmmmm.
Graveyards are for the living. They are places we can go to mourn, to feel our loss, and eventually to move on. The dead don't care about them, unless you believe the Dead need certain things to move on to the Afterlife, or something.
I enjoy going to cemetaries, looking at the headstones, reading the memorials, enjoying the park-like atmosphere. They're almost always peaceful places, pretty places.
Cemetaries with views are prettier than the average cemetery though. It lets you juxtapose life with death in a way a closed space can't. The view you described for your mother's cemetery is a perfect example. You are sitting in a peaceful, quiet, calm place that is nothing like the rest of the modern world... yet you look out and you see aspects of the world, your view is full of people and their byproducts.
Places like that are great places to stop and think.
So you're saying there is an infinite, but we (and all living things) are doomed to only experience it in a fleeting, non-infinite way before death strikes and forever denies us?
Bummer.
Charles should go to a cemetary if it is a good place to stop and think.
Charles, stop using dichotomies to make nonsensical points. We know that's how a marxist hack thinks, but it doesnt make you have good or even interesting points.
The dude in that picture is white - RACISM!
I have something positive to say (or explain, if you will) regarding this post, and yet I've spent the last 20-30 minutes attempting to say it with no luck. I am simply retarded today. Never mind.
Mudede - Eli Lilly's latest spokesman.
Banish that pesky reality and come exist on a higher plane.
p.s. you forgot to capitalize Truth.
Charles, you must be Norwegian, somewhere, somehow.
Oh good, Whats-his-face Friedrich Kaspar.
Caspar David Friedrich. He was mopey.
yes, phelix @2, cemetaries are magical, wonderful places! you are so right. i love them. my 5 yr old son loves them. he's learning how to read headstones (stemstones, he calls them--so cute). i never feel so alive as when i'm in one, and the artistry, history, buccolic peace are hypnotic. i could do without the goose poo, tho, but no matter.
Perfection?
Perfection is a fantasy since it is a different thing for each individual.
True perfection is the unpredictable world we live in where people die on collapsing bridges without any warning.
If everything was perfect all the time then we would know the bridge was going to fall, fixed it and no one would be hurt but that is entertaining a "what if" and "only if" way of thinking and striving for that "perfect world". A fantasy.
Some imagine the Perfect crime or Perfect murder. Some want a perfect life where we all get along. Someone's idea of perfection will contradict another persons idea of perfection, rendering the idea of a perfect world pointless, a fantasy.
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