Where we go to die.

Where would you choose to go to, to die? What would be the circumstances? Sometimes I wonder if there is an appropriate way to ‘go’. There is a legend that elephants when they sense their own impending death go off on their own away from the herd to die. No matter how much time you have to prepare and say goodbye, the end is always sudden – because it is so final. There are faith perspectives which I, as a Christian, hold to, but from a purely earthly perspective, it is the finality of it all that makes it such a shock. Everything in our physical bodies resists and fights it. Perhaps it is the feeling of helplessness and forced surrender that scares us. Current pop-psych says we can control our lives etc. but this illusion evaporates in the crucible of that moment when we come face to face with our own demise. There is no more bullshit, no more arrogance; without faith - only despair. It is profoundly, heartbreakingly sad that the created physical body which is made so good, has such an ignominious end as death. No wonder those of no faith try and dull this reality with all sorts of distractions like drugs, alcohol, etc. Talk to the dying. They will teach you how to live. (Source Unknown)