Life and death are man's best friends, which he still does not know. Life means we do well enough, but death is a total mystery we do not even want to talk about. At first glance, if I ask someone what they mean by these two words, I would certainly get a response like: "Life expresses something positive and death expresses something negative." Seriously? I do not understand why people plan to get frightened as often and as much as possible.
Life (ie birth) is the threshold for the passage from the spiritual world to the material world, and death is the threshold of going from the material world to the spiritual world. I strongly believe in this statement. Practically, life and death have a close connection. There would be no one without the other. Both are faces of the same continual existence.
I am amazed by the number of people who want, even praying to live as much as possible. I wonder if they think the many years they want to live with can only be sickness, only suffering, loneliness, without any satisfaction. You can live a hundred years and if you are seriously ill or poor. Likewise, you can live thirty years and enjoy all the marvels that the material world offers. I can give an example to Achilles, who had a choice between a short and glorious life and a long life without much significance. He chose the first option. For ordinary people, quantity is more important than quality, which often brings unhappiness as well.
There is no life without death or vice versa. We die every moment to be able to live further, which is evidenced by the exfoliation process of body cells. I have read a book by Deepak Chopra, a well-known Indian healer ("The Book of Secrets", "For You" 2008 edition, which translated into Romanian), which gave a very good example of what Can mean death. When you, man, you are sixty, it means you are not the person you are ten years old. Your thoughts, your mind, your tastes, your cells and your body have changed. They have gone through a change. So it means that the ten-year-old child you were once dead is dead. Only the Self is the one who does not change and all the experiences happen to him. This Self is the one who "walks" through the existential continuum, experimenting with these two faces. Life and death. Imagine existence as a very long stick, and life and death in the form of a string that wraps around the stick.
Life requires a predetermined scenario, the same for everyone. Once you were born, you must die. There is no other way out. Fat-Beautiful, no matter how he tried to find eternal youth, wanting to escape this process of passage, it ended in death. "A slap pulled his DEATH and immediately made dust," says the famous Romanian fairy tale "Youth without old age and life without death". Here, the expression "his death" wants to highlight his own death, of each one, with whom we end our life-lead initiative.
It is certain that man carries in his subconscious the idea that he is immortal, but by incarnation on earth he has forgotten this, and for this reason he has this thirst for immortality. So did Gilgamesh: dissatisfied with his mortal condition, he started looking for immortality.
Life begins by birth. Let's look at what the birth of the 21st century people means. Giant joy, two people become parents and the whole family celebrates the event. It looks very nice, is not it? But if it's not like that? In the old days, the Getae were crying at the birth of a child because they knew they would face the hardships of life and laughed at the death of a man because he had returned home "to his own god" Zamolxis. Make an exercise of imagination. How about going to a funeral today and laughing, celebrating, and when a child is born to start crying for mercy?
Have you ever asked yourself why babies cry at birth? Why do not I laugh, for example? It would be simple. The child is crying when he is born because he feels he is breaking the spiritual world. Practically, he "leaves" at home, which sadens the Self, being in perfect harmony with everything in that dimension. Birth is "in-torture," a manifestation in the flesh, that is, in some visible material.
"The miracle of death does not consist in what ends, but in what begins." (Mircea Eliade, "Oceanography", Humanitas, 1991). Here, from Eliade's words, one can understand that death is not as "dead" as it may seem. Here it is seen not only as an end, but also as a beginning. For now we know that death is ending life, but what is the beginning?
This passage involves the loss of the body. This is perceived as an interruption and a loss of one's own. This fear starts with the Ego. "The purpose of death is to imagine yourself in a new form with a new location in space and time." (Deepak Chopra, "The Book of Secrets" For You Publishing, 2008, edition in Romanian)
I want to share one more of what I've read. I will give a similar example. If you ask people a simple question, for example: "What time did you lie down last night?" They answer: "At ten and thirty minutes or at nine o'clock." "And where was this memory before I I ask? "This is just an update of an event. See? This is about the passing process called "death."
Why do not we worry when someone is asleep? Just because we know the morning will wake up? And if he does not? That does not mean it does not exist anymore. There is still, but in another form, time and space. The same Soul can return to the earth, but with another body and another mission.
Mircea Eliade has another extraordinarily suggestive statement: "We are all immortals, but we have to die first." (Mircea Eliade, "The Sleeping Night", Humanitas Publishing House, 1971). I think it's more than true. Immortality belongs to the spiritual world. We can not be immortal in a material world, caught in space and time. First we have to get out of this labyrinth so that we can truly be free.
Emil Cioran, philosopher, says: "Death is a state of perfection, the only one at the reach of a mortal." (E. Cioran, The Twilight of Thought, Humanitas, 1994) Let's understand that death is the only gateway to escape from this place where we are caught once We were born, as we mentioned above. Death in a man's life is like a cascade in the middle of the desert where a being is wandering.
I think people are like babies when it comes to what's beyond death. How many times do we hear the phrase: "Is there life after death?" It fits perfectly with the story I will relate on the following lines and I want you to draw your own conclusions.
There was once a woman who became pregnant. For nine months, the two twin children in her belly were discussing. One was faithful, the other was skeptical. The skeptic asks the other if he thinks there is life after birth. The answer is affirmative and begins to explain to the other that intangible life prepares them for what will follow. She thinks she may be able to walk, eat with her mouth, and see her mother. The skeptic can not agree with this and wonders how it would be possible to eat with a mouth when they have only a short cordon, to stand when they barely take place there ... especially to see Mother. Mom is not for him because he never saw her.
For us, those who have already been born, this question, "if there is life after birth," seems stupid.
This is how much we like humans, with these embryos, when we ask if there is life after death. Maybe our question also seems meaningless to those who are already beyond, in the spiritual world.
Existence, this continuous thread of updates of the Self is so-called "eternal life," the rest is just a play, a journey full of labyrinths, desires, questions and fears of man who has forgotten his divine essence. You can truly live your life only when you can detach yourself from feeling afraid of perishing. At night, if the sun does not shine, it does not mean it's gone. It's just updated somewhere else, because that's his mission. "Nothing is lost, everything turns!" (Antoine Laurent de Lavoisier, "General Considerations on the Nature of Acids", 1778)
Maybe you're wondering what connection they have with Mobius's band? I think that it could actually represent the existential continuum, and life and death the two sides that can not be separated. By making such a strip of paper, we could have a tangible proof of existence with all that it encompasses. We could hold the whole Universe in our hands, just playing with a piece of paper! And here's how many times, we do not even know what we're playing with ...