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Polar Complements

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‘They say that death is the validation of life. But what if death exists in the way life does, albeit in an opposite way, in a death-is-alive-and-kicking-the-door-down kind of manner? What if there were a non-entity out there as real and present as life itself, yet antipodes-charged? By those arguments, by the power of sheer logic, impish logic, life would be, could be, most probably is, the validation of death in turn.’ ~ EON

Whether death is the absence of life, or something that exists in and of itself, life depends on it. Death validates life and is validated by life in turn.

It’s hard to make the case, even conceptualize it, no matter how much we shake up the arguments, or the grammar. Death as an entity in and of itself makes no sense. There can be no presence without life, therefore death is a mental construct, at best, an abstraction. Nothing that pertains to the living can be applied to it, not even in the abstract. It would be moot and meaningless.

(Also, the existence of death as an entity, in and of itself, goes against the argument made in the previous entry: that ‘death is the absence of life and nothing more.’)

But that’s what makes the argument interesting. We’re not talking about ‘life after death’ (somebody please get rid of that dead horse), though we’re considering death as a separate, valid entity, in and of itself. We’re not talking about moving from the realms of the living to the realms of the deceased, or the undead, or the angelic and demonic, and the various mythological fairy tales and sundries that come with it (leave that for medieval superstition, arresting literature, trite literature, or all of the above). What we’re dealing with here is something simpler and far more fascinating: a case of polar opposites, as in the north and south poles of the magnetic field, as mentioned in a previous entry.

Yet, even then, with life and death regarded as conduits in the ever-charged force field of existence, life is considered the pinnacle of reality, out of which everything flows. Death, on the other hand, is seen as the terminal, the point which absorbs the debris of life, against which life consistently charges up new existence into form.

In other words, life is the sine qua non from which all things spring, and which death cuts and bruises.

Then again, by the power of logic, the reverse also applies. Death is also a pinnacle, the sine qua non from which something crucial arises.

That crucial something is peace. Quietude. Rest. Serenity. All these states arise from the condition of non-life, and life, with its constantly chaotic animation, frustrates these states. Life injures the peace and quiet inherent in death by jutting up and filling up all the space which death reserves for its respites.

In that respect, life is the noise that shatters the calm, the chaos that assaults the serenity of respite. Life is an insult to silence and an injury to the condition of rest. Life is turmoil, whereas death, sweet misunderstood death, is the peace which the war of life frustrates, the quietude which irascible animation flusters and disturbs.

Intrigued? Watch this space for more.

From the collection of writings EON: THE ANGRY COMING OF AGE

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