Life and Death

I considered my mortality today. I went out with my wonderful friend Elizabeth today to take pictures. She's somewhat of an amateur photographer, so I went with her today to a very old cemetery in town to take pictures. She got this queasy feeling after a while and just didn't feel right being there. As I was walking around sort of on my own, it just didn't seem like there were hundreds of human bodies underneath my feet. I knew there were, but without seeing it it was just hard to imagine. Anyway, I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't care after I was dead if people were walking on top of my grave (although I'd prefer cremation) because my body wouldn't mean anything to the world. It was just a shell for a brain, for knowledge, for energy necessary to set my hands and mind in motion while I was alive. Not that the bodies of the dead shouldn't be revered and respected, I'm not saying to jump up and down and dig them up and hold fiestas on top of them. All I'm saying is that I don't mind what's done with my body once my soul is done using it. Cut it up for science. Bury it. Cremate it. I don't care. Just don't treat it like a living thing anymore; it'll be useless to this world once my energy leaves it.

There's another thought I've been mulling over for several months now- what is a life? Where did it come from? Where did it ALL come from? I've been beginning to think that maybe there isn't so much of a divine creator as much as there is this large, unifying energy that we're all created from and return to once life leaves our earthly bodies. But then again, maybe all God is essentially is a big ball of energy that he can direct portions of to whatever he wishes.

Deep.