Being closer to death seems to be creating a synergy between my body and my awareness of the natural world. This is not uncommon with old people. I had to unfollow Madonna this morning on Instagram because the plastic quality of her face was starting to make me want to wretch. Such a Barbie conspired disaster.
I keep thinking about death. I keep thinking about the connections between the body, consciousness and the microscopic little things that all beings share. Now we all seem to be sharing micrscopic plastic things, plastic microorganisms. What will our body’s ecosystems do with all that?
What is the value of an organic body? What is the value of its’ exhalations? What are the resulting ramifications of inhaling unknown elements? What part of us will use the plastics that we are inhaling, eating, shitting? What parts of my organic self will be released back into the ecosystem of this physical planet to become something else?? What will die? What will transform? Will it? Will microscopic plastic ever become something the body will use to its advantage? Like microbes?
Should I get cremated to release the pure energy to become part of the universe again? Will I remain a pile of ash in an urn? Or should I be buried in the ground somewhere to become the nourishment for a tree, and/or a bush, and/or some other creatures??
I don’t want to be embalmed. I’ve never wanted to be embalmed. Maybe its all those mummy movies, but I think it’s because it smells so awful. But really I am thinking about the forms of the creatures, the structure, the symbols systems, the language that is not language. The language that is visual , visual cues, not necessarily even intelligible, or translate-able or transcribe – able, buy rather absorbed, like through the skin, or through the eyes, or the fingers. Or maybe it’s just because my Mom was cremated a few weeks ago and her urn is resting on a counter in my kitchen. Maybe it’s just that.
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