Oct 10, 2023·edited Oct 10, 2023Liked by Rabbi-Iblīs
Talking about death, have you ever been to a morgue before? It’s something strange about it. Imagine a large room deadly quiet, (yeh, the irony!) old yellowed tiles on the walls of a colour reminding of mental houses ages ago, windows opened in mid summer unable to cover the poignant smells of formaldehyde and methanol mixed with a subtle touch of rotting flesh (or that one is only in the mind of the viewer?!). You almost have the feeling that while breathing that contaminated air, one will inhale invisible particles of death flowing around, which will grow under the skin and spread like mold, like a chilling promise that you might be the next one on one of those beds laying in the middle of the room.
And there are the dead, naked, swollen, flesh yellow green with large hematomas here and there. The dead, stiff on their tables have a certain sobriety, still keeping some of the features of the former human that laughed and cried just days before, yet in their stillness they seem to be looking respectfully, with importance, to something greater on the other side…
You say that “Every person wishes death, a closure, and a relief from duties of life”… Are you sure? Call me a “scumbag liar” if you think otherwise but is anyone ever ready for that cold repulsive bed?
Talking about death, have you ever been to a morgue before? It’s something strange about it. Imagine a large room deadly quiet, (yeh, the irony!) old yellowed tiles on the walls of a colour reminding of mental houses ages ago, windows opened in mid summer unable to cover the poignant smells of formaldehyde and methanol mixed with a subtle touch of rotting flesh (or that one is only in the mind of the viewer?!). You almost have the feeling that while breathing that contaminated air, one will inhale invisible particles of death flowing around, which will grow under the skin and spread like mold, like a chilling promise that you might be the next one on one of those beds laying in the middle of the room.
And there are the dead, naked, swollen, flesh yellow green with large hematomas here and there. The dead, stiff on their tables have a certain sobriety, still keeping some of the features of the former human that laughed and cried just days before, yet in their stillness they seem to be looking respectfully, with importance, to something greater on the other side…
You say that “Every person wishes death, a closure, and a relief from duties of life”… Are you sure? Call me a “scumbag liar” if you think otherwise but is anyone ever ready for that cold repulsive bed?