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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