We think of murders as mysteries – problems to solve. Murder
is an industry of storytelling, theater, cinema. We don’t, however, think of death
itself as a mystery. We used to. Myth pondered death as a mystery, a story in
need of a beginning, or an end. But now few give it much thought. Yes, we think
about death. We don’t think why death. It’s taken for granted, inevitable.
Why death? We might as well wonder why we don’t fly or breathe under water.
Just so.
1 comment:
Sometimes I wonder (and perhaps more appropriately) "why life." And boy am I happy that question is still a mystery!
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