Friday, February 02, 2007
You don't really die, if they name something after you.
"Death, my friend. The grim blackness of no return. The great question mark of life. The paradox is why we embrace death's imagery so eagerly every Halloween, seeking it out in the media, playing trick or treat costumed in the grave's finest, making fear our parodied captive while it holds us eternally captive?"Consider it finitude deferred. ¶ 5:34 AM
Zombos rubbed his chin. "Heidegger's angst, eh?"
