Tuesday 17 January 2012

Death

Really, this piece is dated. Something I came across in my attic, which I remember I had written in 1981 or so. Am trying to figure out what it meant then, and what it would mean to me now.
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Death, I dare say, is eventually inavertable.

The vindication of death is possibly a life lived with the maximum amount of desired happiness. Therefore, the moment you cease to be happy, you are possibly already dead, many a times without your own knowledge.

Happiness is, however, apart from being the sum total of all desires, an end in itself, the achievement of which includes both selfish and apparently altruistic actions.

It is altogether impossible to live and to be unhappy at the same time. To say that a living man is unhappy is to pose a contradiction and contradictions do not exist epistemologically. They appear to exist only as aberrations in the process of thinking. Therefore, an apparently living being is epistemologically dead if he is, in reality, unhappy.

However, a living man can become unhappy only under one circumstance, and that is when he desires death. For to desire death, life is necessary. Desire of death is desire of unhappiness and on achieving which, and only then, does the distinction between happiness and unhappiness submerges.