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“ The heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like shipwreck we die going into ourselves"
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" Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit
with no man in it" line 22
Sometimes I see those who contain death.
Those who are pale and white sailed away, with all kinds of people from simple workers to energetic girls married to authority figures, they filled the river that slowly sails them away, with the sound that can only be described as nothingness.
In that sound death arrives, it strikes without a sign and can’t be read by logic, it originates from nothing yet when it comes by one can hear it closing in.
" Death is inside the bones, like a barking where there are no dogs. "
There are solitary graves in the world, with silent burials filled with human remains
These are essences of our beings, filled with darkness ever expanding
And we will fail as we search deeper
And there are mindless bodies, emptily filled
Death is somewhere deep inside, yet unable to be sensed or detected,
slowly spreading through the air
Such thing is beyond my understanding, but I’d believe that death can be compared to that violet flower, those that feel comfortable in earth. Because in that deep, rich color and that gloomy color of that harsh winter, it provides the sickly color
Yet Death travels around the world like a sweeper, swiftly moving and cull those that are weak
Death is there in the most comfortable, it waits patiently and strikes suddenly, bringing out a miserable sound. Then the victim will slowly sail towards where death is awaiting, full of authority.
" Death is inside the folding cots: it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses" line 37
The speaker conveys that death is waiting by expressing it as a human-like form
" And there are corpses, feet made of cold and sticky clay"
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Right now everyone here as a teenager has a 0.5% chance to die
When we hit 35 we'll have 1.1%
When we hit 50 we'll have 4.1%
By 60 we'll have 9.6%
By 70 it'd rise to 15.7%
By 75 it'd be 41%
And when you're in your 80s, it'd be a 70%
How many of us are going to reach 90?
This is an activity to experience despair and death
Let's calculate:
Death, the natural and imminent part of life, is an essence in all people throughout their existence.
Neruda’s poem considers the idea that people spend vast amounts of time on themselves, lacking true human interaction. This selfishness reflects the possibility that people no longer take risks and choose to live vicariously through other means. People are merely waiting for death as they live meaningless lives.
Can you find any examples in society? Are there any examples in Macbeth? In what ways have the growing technology sector helped perpetuate selfishness and less social interaction?
Bonus Question
While pessimistic, there is much truth in Pablo Neruda’s Nothing But Death.
Given that your death is unavoidable, how do you choose to live your life?
How much so is your life dictated by the possibility of death in the near future?