Pointless Thread of Death

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Death is a rollercoaster.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

The day we die
The wind comes down
To take away
Our footprints

The wind makes dust
To cover up
The marks we left
While walking.

For otherwise
The thing would seem
As if we were
Still living.

Therefore the wind
Is he who comes
To blow away
Our footprints.

Southern Bushmen

Those who are dead are never gone:
They are there in the thickening shadow.
The dead are not under the earth:
they are in the tree that rustles,
they are in the wood that groans,
they are in the water that sleeps,
they are in the hut,they are in the crowd,
the dead are not dead.

Those who are dead are never gone,
they are in the breast of the woman,
they are in the child that is wailing
and in the firebrand that flames.
The dead are not under the earth:
they are in the fire that is dying,
they are in the grasses that weep,
they are in the whimpering rocks,
they are in the forest,they are in the house,
the dead are not dead.

Briago Diop

"When I die, let me go. Don't hold on to the shell of what I was. Don't reminisce about our years together. Don't grieve. My spirit needs to be set free, and yours needs to be free of me, even as nothing more than a ghost. Because all I did was hold you back.

When I die, set me free. I know that your world will darken for a time, but you deserve to move on. You deserve to finally be happy. You deserve to live a life where you are loved the way you should be loved.

When I die, scatter me to the wind, settle parts of me in the mountains, let a bit of the sea take me away, and let the last of me burn away. Because those are all the places I have ever been and will always be. Around you, within you. There, even though I'm gone.

So when I die, don't be sad. I'll still be with you. I'll still love you in the afterlife. I'll still love you for all you sacrificed. I'll still love you for keeping your vows. I'll still love you."

— W h e n I D i e
© Sarah Doughty (@thesarahdoughty)

Chrysippus was usually a pretty calm philosopher in 279 BC, but he had a love for wine. He was drinking one day when he saw a donkey approaching and trying to eat his figs. He told a slave to give the donkey some wine, which the slave did. The drunk donkey then continued to try eating figs, but didn't do so well. Chrysippus, tickled to death by watching this drunk donkey failing at eating, began to laugh. He laughed and laughed so hard that he either had a heart attack or could not breathe, and managed to die. In other words, he actually died of laughter in a drunken giggle-fit.