PRINCIPLE PURPOSE AND DEATH

... The truth is that you begin to die at the moment of conception and perhaps even before that. There is in us a clock in which we can never know that when we are living our lives. Moreover, if for some reason we ended our day violently in an accident or shooting, it is certain that in the end we are alone in a bedroom of our houses while we will-or uncomfortable in a room of a simple simple and unsanitary hospital, classified by doctors as "sick endangered or terminals", hoping all battered, ground and uncomfortable to our death comes. And most likely, is that most of our loved ones, know everything before us and thus, probably, we begin to look like dying or dead already as well before you actually are. All seem very equanimous towards us, see us avoid the eyes and appear calm. For our part, we will resist, wanting never been born, because at that very moment of farewell, we know very accurately and sadness, that after our death, continue our loved ones in a world of horrors and eternal struggle , where men are men about hyenas and reign for the sufferings and miseries and that the fear will overwhelm and if they were witnesses of what happens in prisons, hospitals that are second-most-, in poorly equipped operating rooms, in homes where poverty prevails, where people die of hunger or treatable diseases, end up understanding that this is not the best of all possible worlds. All this is very sad and could also happen to them and that we would be going sosobra.

But since they are still young and healthy, they are ignorant of the fatal defeat awaits them, even though they want to think and work are pleasures, without discovering that optimism is a bitter mockery of human afflictions.

You have to understand that hell is portrayed through what happens in the world. Almost no one has been able to describe and enjoy paradise. No way to get material for the description of the place of everlasting happiness and complete satisfaction.

Apparently nothing existential deserves our effort, our fierce struggles, our best fights serve to very little. Only a few have the right to make their mark in life. The good behavior of ordinary people, it seems, are only vanity, because the whole world is heading towards drift, it is a fruitless game you can make one in a very perverse and ultimately death we find as empty shells, skeletons earthy we really are. Because life is an eternal struggle against death, against the sleep of death. Death is the eternal enemy of humans.

When we think we understand something of life, and we started trying to coordinate something form a wisdom-savvy and that is not the money that we made, or the acquisition of wealth, but the culture and wisdom-our detract brains like our body, because everything lasts only a moment, then rushes and falls ...

Often death is dilated and that is due, perhaps, to play with us like a cat glutton who does the naive and harmless mouse.

The truth is that we are falling death postponed constant and continuous. We stopped at every instant death. We are unaware that death delayed until we have time or from where.

It is a fact that in this life, no one can reconcile with death, even with the prevalence of the belief in immortality, which is a clear sign of our button terrible fear the reaper. Thus, ignorance and fear created the gods, the ornament fantasy, deception and manipulation the disfigured, weak adores, credulity preserves, custom respects and supports tyranny to control weak and asleep ...

Life, it seems, can only deal, depending on who does not know very well, so many live with horror, are known exposed to misery and suffering. Man, it is said, is a stranger in search of himself. We only atomic particles in the mud. Death always wins, it's a trick of fate, we never see ourselves, we never know. Our lives are like a theater of pride and error, sickly fools abound that speak of happiness, clear streams to be very shallow. We are beings who seek light in the darkness, deepening but found no solid answers to our existential questions.

Dust we are and that we will return, the rest is an illusion that no one cares, nor ought to matter because you have to admit that beyond death there is nothing other than the total vacuum and absolute and body disappear Joining the land from which emerged a day and that his conscience will also disappear with him: Do not watch. Not feeling. Not wanting. Do not remember. And all this will be forever. Nobody wants to accept that the vast majority are resisting with all their might. Do not even dare to think.

What are the concerns about death?

The world keeps turning without us and we are in the ... nothing will change, as stupid as they are. Nobody with the passage of time-perhaps a loved one, you will notice our absence. The world will not, because we are so insignificant, we are simple grains of sand in a vast desert. We are extremely small in the grand cosmos. Even philosophy could rescue us into thinking that we are the hub of the universe and that everything revolves around our existence. We avail philosophizing. A futile pursuit.

The fatal fact is that we are facing death from birth. The material decomposes. Our bodies also. Appear disease, progressive wear and aging. The forces are undermining. The arsenal of drugs run out of resources ...

Company? Die in our consciousness what we find in the afterlife?

The answers, as they will come to all sooner or later, in the meantime, the clock does not stop, will not stop. The experience will be tremendous. The exciting adventure, perhaps the strongest we can expect ... there will be only memories that others can save us after our departure ...

-You started to drink from three in the afternoon, it's two in the morning ...
- Yes?
-Tired and sick that, eh!
'Leave me alone, man!
-Today these very intolerable, my philosopher. What's wrong? Is difficult to distinguish your ideas seem a flood of invective. Jaws and squeeze all life is cursed with much pessimism.
-Haha. The little good I have done in my life, is my best work. Everyone thinks I'm a demon, the truth is that I am a good demon. I always end up paying some service to my fellowmen. And when I am cornered, just laughing at myself ... Jajjaaaja ... Anyway, we will all die. A jajai!

His last fajonazo drank tequila while watching the reflections is the moon that broke the round-bottomed vessel. Then he fell dead on the floor, by excessive alcohol ... philosophy had not solved anything ...