"Death is only important to
the extent that it makes us reflect on the value of life." Andre
Malraux
The human race knows that its existence is
ephemeral, it is aware of its temporality. We know that biologically our
passage through the planet is seasonal and that life is a flower that with the
passage of time tends to wither. Life is fleeting, it is a fragile
sigh that lasts as long as fate considers pertinent, its ecstasy leads to
knowing its beginning and never its end. Life is only a part of us that cannot
define itself, but needs a counterpart to delimit itself, life is the light
that needs darkness to know its value and even know if we are in its
presence. We cannot give content to life without first defining death.
The relationship
between life and death is a close bond that tends to deny itself. It is a
difficult relationship because we avoid and deny the departure from this
earthly plane and at the same time, we try to make lasting what by
nature is temporary. We are terrified of death and we rejoice in life,
for death is the world of the unknown and life is the terrain of the
accredited. We know that we die because we live, we know that we exist
because we depart, and therefore, life and death are two concepts that must be
understood by seeing each other head-on, only by looking into each other's eyes
can they give value to themselves. This crossing of eyes means that each
value they give to this diffuse relationship depends on the cultural burden
that is assigned to it, however, necessarily the value given to life has
repercussions on death and vice versa.
Moreover, death has lost its mysticism, it has neglected its intrinsic purpose that gave it its raison dies. We die just to die, death is an empty concept that only happens because it is part of a biological process, but there is no mysticism because death is worthless. Unlike the cultures of our ancestors, death today is meaningless.
Respect for life is disrespected when it is taken away from a person the
joy of having it because it is known that death is only a fact that comes to
put an end to it, Death has no value that prevents it from
hastening it nor enjoys a purpose that manages to prevent it from happening
just by happening. When in reality life and death should be a singular
nucleus that defines us, both must have a mystic, since we live to complete our
cycle with death and die to ecstatic life. We must seek meaning from death
to add value to life.
In addition to this, we must stop looking
at death as a count of figures, which make invisible the unrepeatability of life lost, the trickle of
deaths prevents us from observing the mystique of death and with it, the value
of a person's life. Death is not a number because we do not live for it,
on the contrary, we live for a reason to highlight our unique and unrepeatable
identity. Life is an unrepeatable and unique
good that only the mystic of death manages to complete, both death and life
complement each other. The mystic of one endows the other with mysticism.
By NSINGA., Robert
