{"id":28442,"date":"2016-01-14T09:21:15","date_gmt":"2016-01-14T14:21:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/?p=28442"},"modified":"2016-01-14T09:21:15","modified_gmt":"2016-01-14T14:21:15","slug":"death-becomes-us","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/2016\/01\/14\/death-becomes-us\/","title":{"rendered":"Death Becomes Us"},"content":{"rendered":"

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That dragonfly is dead.<\/p>\n

David Bowie is gone.<\/p>\n

So now is Alan Rickman (who probably would’ve done a bang-up job\u00a0playing<\/em> Bowie), too.<\/p>\n

Shit goddamnit shit.<\/p>\n

And also the familiar, oft-repeated refrain:<\/p>\n

Fuck cancer. Times a thousand. Times a million. Times infinity.<\/p>\n

Art at its core is, I think, driven by death. It’s there to help us look away from death. Art is\u00a0there to help us understand it. Art\u00a0is there to romanticize death\u00a0—\u00a0or<\/em> to stare it square in the face.<\/p>\n

And death is also something that motivates artists.<\/p>\n

When we’re born, we’re guaranteed two things: one breath and death. Everybody who lives gets those two certain narrative beats to their story, birth, death, born, died.\u00a0<\/em>It is not a morbid fantasy to note that I’m going to die and so are you. It’s not a threat. It’s a promise earned by life — that grim balancing of the scales is not reserved for one person over the next, for you but not for me, for the under-served but not the privileged. We all have wildly different journeys but when our time is up it’s like game design: we are all funneled toward the same ending, the same inevitability. Some of our life is about ignoring death and pretending it isn’t there. Some of our life is geared toward trying to prevent death — or, for some, running headlong toward it.<\/p>\n

The fear of death can destroy you.<\/p>\n

But the epiphany of it can also motivate you.<\/p>\n

People ask why I work so hard or why I’ve been so single-minded to be what I want to be and that’s because I don’t want deathbed regrets. I don’t want to get there and then look back over my shoulder and look at all the closed doors I wanted to open. I don’t fear death; I fear\u00a0purposeless<\/em> death. My work, my writing,\u00a0is very explicitly motivated by the reality that I could get gored by a moose tomorrow, I could get crushed by a bulldozer in ten years, I could get prostate cancer and die in my 60s like my father, I could get pneumonia (again) and die when I’m 99. It’s coming. I know it. And so I cleave to the act of creation both to spite and to make sense of the ineluctable destruction. I don’t know what happens after we go. That’s an adventure either of realms beyond life or becoming food for trees and worms (both of which sound very nice in their own special way). Concentrating on what’s past the mortal gates, though, is a very bad way to live.<\/p>\n

As such, I’ll say here what I said on Twitter this morning:<\/p>\n

Everybody dies.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Love those that you have while you have them.<\/strong><\/p>\n

And do what you love while the world has\u00a0you<\/em>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bowie did that. Rickman did that. Be like Bowie. Be like Rickman.<\/p>\n

Live. Make. Love.\u00a0And then,\u00a0only then<\/em>, die.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

That dragonfly is dead. David Bowie is gone. So now is Alan Rickman (who probably would’ve done a bang-up job\u00a0playing Bowie), too. Shit goddamnit shit. And also the familiar, oft-repeated refrain: Fuck cancer. Times a thousand. Times a million. Times infinity. Art at its core is, I think, driven by death. It’s there to help […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-28442","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"hentry","6":"category-theramble","8":"no-featured-image"},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pv7MR-7oK","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28442","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28442"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28442\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28446,"href":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28442\/revisions\/28446"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28442"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28442"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/terribleminds.com\/ramble\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28442"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}