Crystal Evans talks about Life and Death in her book

Crystal Evans a quote from the Book, ©™®The philosophy of the Crystal Evans 

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Ever stared at a starry night, wondered if life was beyond this realm that we know and understand. Have you ever stared into the face of another human being and marvel upon the genius behind our creation particularly our perception of the world and state of consciousness? Have you ever wondered while at a funeral, ponder upon your own death  and become anxious for the afterlife? Have it ever occurred to you that a time will come wherein everything that you know now will pass away and a new generation of people will inhabit this same space who have no knowledge or recollection of whom you are. You are alive only for a flicker of a moment and then you vaporize. You can from nothing and you will become nothing again. 

Life even at its tiniest molecule is impermanent, transient, unsure and fickle. We try to make it worthwhile not by adding value to it but by improving our social perception, seeking validation in our interactional circles. Life cannot be valued for in the end, rich or poor, smart or dumb, popular or hermit, we are nothing but dust, vapor, blurry memories that eventually are soon forgotten. 

There is must be a purpose for our existence or do we just float through life aimlessly. It wouldn't seem fair when fiends live longer than those who contribute to the advancement of human race. Most if not all the founding fathers of our civilization are recognized posthumously and died paupers. 

 I imagined death to mean nothing but a mere transition. There are many things I know nothing of before my birth and so shall there be things I know nothing of after I am gone. In truth I have been dead years before I was born and was never inconvenienced by it. Why should I be afraid of what was on the beginning and will be in the end? 

I don't fear death. I fear leaving my people behind, my friends, my family and my children, I am afraid of losing the life I have invested heavily in, in the same breath we are mourn over the future, relationships and experiences death denies is when our love ones are taken from us. Death it may seem inconveniences  our dreams, it's sting wakes us up to the fragility of our existence, we are forced to stop in our tracks and face our inevitable future. 

We walk on the ground and give sparse recognition to the mud that will be the eternal homes for the bodies that we praise so much. Ground might not worth much but it holds billions of history and some of humanity's greatest treasures, One day it will become our permanent home. Maybe we should begin a mud religion and give reverence to the dirt, in the end, it is the dirt, ground and Mother Earth that wins and feigns supreme throughout the centuries.