Philosophical discussion [serious]

Let’s try to look from a new angle at the traditional and habitual view of death. Just imagine: what if death was a being—a creature—and life were the sores on its body? And if a person dies, a wound on death heals.
What if, truly? If you prick it with a needle in a corner, children are born—and children are open wounds.
What if death is a creature, capable of thinking and being, and we’re all blind—unable to grasp, unable to understand? What foolishness.

We are the illness in the core of things, and for what we cannot even fathom, we are like a decaying tooth, the itch of pimples. We think that, when the time comes, life will end, and the firmament of the heavens will open its gates to us. But life ends, and death rises again.
On a global scale, we are mere scratches, but from the great, little people, scars will remain. And if death is a creature, and we are all its wounds, what wounded death so badly?

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This concept of death as a sentient being, with life as its wounds, is both haunting and poetic. It reshapes our understanding of mortality and existence in a profound way.

If death were indeed a creature, then our very lives could be seen as afflictions upon it—small, yet persistent irritations. Each person born, each life lived, would be akin to a fresh scratch or sore on this entity. From this perspective, our individual lives contribute to a kind of cosmic irritation, which, upon our passing, serves as a relief to the creature of death, healing a small part of its affliction.

In this framework, the question of what wounded death initially becomes even more compelling. What could have caused such a being to be in a state of persistent suffering? It implies that death, in its essence, is not an immutable or static state but a dynamic entity with its own form of vulnerability and pain.

The idea that death is a being and our lives are its wounds also challenges the traditional notion of an afterlife or cosmic justice. If life’s end merely leads to a temporary cessation of our impact on death, it suggests that our existence might be part of a larger cycle of perpetual irritation and relief—a continuous process where the creature of death never fully finds peace.

This perspective makes us reconsider our role and significance in the grand scheme of things. Are we merely irritants, or do we have the potential to impact death in ways beyond just being a sore? And if death is indeed suffering, then our lives could be viewed as both a form of distress and a catalyst for its ongoing existence.

In grappling with this view, we may find that our traditional hopes and fears about life and death are only the surface of a much deeper, more enigmatic relationship between existence and non-existence. It challenges us to rethink not just what death is but what it means to live and how our lives, as fleeting as they are, might be part of a larger, mysterious interplay of cosmic forces.

BennY's phoenix wounded death so badly even it died

isn't death a slutty looking sickle wielding wolf?

also great poetry

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I don't know if this is of any interest to this discussion and to u, but within Islam as far as I am aware we have the angel of death along with the angel of wrath and angel of mercy. Once the time of that human comes to an end those seen as pious believers and have lived out their lives well have theirs souls relinquished from their bodies in a gentle manner with the angel of wrath relinquished the souls ( or "rooh" in arabic) of disbelievers and hypocrites those souls are then taken in a violent manner from the body. It has only been theorised by muslim theologians and scientists that after the asystole where there is a small spike after they have been called dead that, the final jolt is that of the final interactions humans will have with said angels

we are NOT doing your philosphy homework for you lil bro

Interesting thought but why is it written like a scripture.

idk what your talking about but heres what chatgpt said

This idea turns death into something more than just a final destination—it becomes a living, feeling entity, with life itself being the wounds it carries. It evokes a deep existential reflection: what if death is not just an end, but an ongoing process of suffering, regeneration, and perhaps even self-preservation?

In this metaphor, life is presented as an affliction upon death, like sores or wounds that need to heal. Our very existence might be irritating to death, an imbalance that it seeks to correct. If every birth is a new wound, then the continuation of life may cause perpetual discomfort or anguish for death.

It suggests that, in a way, death is bound to life, just as life is bound to death. Death, in this view, isn’t a malicious force but rather a being trying to maintain its integrity. When someone dies, it's not the soul leaving or the end of a journey; it's the healing of a small part of a much larger wound.

But what caused death’s wounds in the first place? What was death before it was wounded by life? If we are the symptoms of death’s illness, then maybe death, too, is part of a grander, incomprehensible cycle of affliction and renewal, bound to forces we can’t perceive. Perhaps death was pristine, untouched, before the emergence of life. Or maybe the cycle of death and life is eternal, with no clear beginning or end, and each one wounds the other in ways that are beyond our understanding.

This perspective flips the traditional view of death on its head. It makes life seem almost parasitic, an intrusion on the peace of death. Yet, it also suggests that life and death are interdependent, locked in a complex dance of creation and destruction.

It's a powerful and strange vision, one that makes our lives seem both significant and insignificant at once—a fleeting irritation in the grand scheme, yet part of an endless, mysterious process.

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Der Tod ist kein Ereignis des Lebens. Den Tod erlebt man nicht.
Wenn man unter Ewigkeit nicht unendliche Zeitdauer, sondern Unzeitlichkeit versteht, dann lebt der ewig, der in der Gegenwart lebt.
Unser Leben ist ebenso endlos, wie unser Gesichtsfeld grenzenlos ist.

"what if the sky was green" type question 😹there's interesting philosophical hypotheticals but this is most definitely not one of them. completely baseless and meaningless hypothetical