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Words grow old. There comes the day when they have to die. Some words grow old with the language they are part of, some sadly die before their time. Words don’t die of disease or accidents: they die of abuse. The word ‘passionate‘ rests here in eternal peace together with a lot of former useful companions to man.
By Detlef
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The Graveyard of Dead Words
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Fascinating Question
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The other day I had the pleasure to watch Ideal, the BBC TV series about Mozz, the dope dealer. I had my difficulties to follow the actor’ s dialogue with their distinct accents but enjoyed it anyway.
One of Mozz’s customers is deadly ill and he asks her something like:
“Being dead soon – do you keep track of the daily soaps?”
That question was an eye opener for me. How does it feel to watch a soap knowing you won’t be there to watch the final episode? Okay: In case of the Soprano’s you won’t have missed much, but anyway – as all of us have to die sooner or later: what do we do with our time?
That was the direction my thoughts were taking when I read this post by Jeb about about the overwhelming offerings of social media. Looking at the long, long time life went on without us and the long, long time life will go on without us it seems we are here but on a small vacation from being dead.
So tell me: what’s the point in twitter, blogging and RSS? If you don’t tell me I’ll tell you: It’s about meeting people, exchanging views, learning, smiling, laughing, sharing hope and fear. And for this vacation, that’s a lot.
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Why Do We Have to Die?
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These apples decompose because they are no longer connected with their tree. But why do human beings decompose?
None of the cells that make up “me” is as old as I am. If they renew over the years – why can’t they renew indefinitely? If our cells are not as old as we are: why do they have to be reproduced so ineffectively as we grow older?
By Detlef.Why do we develop grey hair, farsightedness, arthrosis etc.? Why do we all die in the end? Nobody could explain senescence to me up to now.
Look at “me” with my grandparents on Christmas-eve 1962: no material present in that Detlef is present in the Detlef writing these lines. I am completely renewed.
Presented by Detlef.
Someone told me that our oldest parts are our bones – approximately 15 years old.I know: cell reproduction has to be inefficient, we have to die to make room for the generation that comes after us (as did my grandparents). But isn’t it conceivable that there could be intelligent organisms that do not age?
And the other question is: If the “me” today is physically 100% different from the “me” in 1962 – who am I?
Who are you?