Sadness

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Sadness.

Death, the absence of a loved one, art, poetry,

Regardless of our efforts, diets, fitness exercises, doctor visits, professional activity, careers, beauty-rejuvenating treatments, and even plastic surgery, and transplants of crucial organs, death comes. Its knowing is fundamentally 2 forms:

1 after death, everything ends, we fall into nothingness. 2 Death is the transition from the planet of earth, biological and existential realities of life to the metaphysical world.

In the first case, nothing to talk about is over. In the second, a fresh life begins in realities that no 1 can know in their lifetime. There are people who have passed clinical death and have returned to earthly life, they talk about incredible spiritual experiences on the “that side”. The most frequently described is the different light, the elevated state of head with a sense of approach to inexpressible happiness, the frequently intense odor of violets (Fjólublátt, French Violet) and many another extraordinary joy and affirmative sensations. These individuals, upon their return to the earthly world, very frequently do not believe in the final death closing life in nothingness and are more or little convinced of their individual ways. There are besides people who describe fear experienced TAM, and after “return” they frequently change their life attitudes, become better and their views on life, death and existence in the afterlife are besides changed.

Those who have not died and have been or will be painfully lost by loved ones experienced.

They are overcome by sadness, with its vastness of drama and accompanied by changing strength throughout their lives, without being erased by the existence of the deepest memory - the strength of emotion strongest for man's desire – the proximity of loved ones. This desire frequently accompanies artists and poets. It comes out of hope, and manifests itself in a work whose crucial justification for the creators is to believe in the durability of their work. It can be combined with reflection on passing distant and it concerns the artist's feeling of this strongest archetype - the human longing for the intransience of life and the feeling of the deepest fear of nothingness - the full death of everything. This basic human longing for something that will bring comfort to the existential, that all this domain of life's hardships, happy moments and unhappy will have a joyful and eternal ending to the TM, where you can not only be further, but especially that the TM can be recovered, enjoyed by everyone whom ruthless destiny has taken us, or hid. Longing is an expression of love, and for love we will give much of ourselves.

It's a happy fact that longing is gone. . . barely there.

To the Museums

The virgins on the large Parnaz,

And Ippokren's hair is dewed,

If I behaved to you as a surviving man,

I don't want to hang up with you forever;

If I don't look at the pearls or the gold,

And I'm nicer than money virtue;

If I don't want you to flatter anyone

Or at me in the ungrateful, they begged:

Please don't let my rhymes die with me again;

But erstwhile I die, let them be known.