To: Tomato who wrote (22 ) 10/27/1997 12:54:00 PM From: Crocodile Respond to of 650
Alright... let the fear discussion continue... Tomato, Actually, you have managed to cut to the chase regarding my conceptualization of fear... What is it that we really fear about sharks, bears, car accidents, disease, etc...? For some, the thought of having one's head bitten off by a shark, or of being torn apart by lions or bears is frightening and grotesque. For others, the thought of being trapped in a burning car wreck is a fearsome thought... And still others fear the idea of being consumed by cancer or some other disease. But these fears really have more to do with out own imaginations and how we happen to visualize pain and death. I think that, in particular, fear of the means of our death has very little to do with the actual fear of dying...and perhaps more to do with particular intrinsic fears such as those of fire, dismemberment, disease, violence, water, animals, prolonged pain, or what have you... In my own case, I think that I fear car accidents far more than many other things... perhaps because I worked in a wrecking yard for a few years and watched as several twisted wrecks were unloaded each week... and thought to myself... well... that could have been me on any given day driving back and forth to work... Considering the fact that only about 5 - 8 fatal bear attacks take place in Canada each year... but more than that number of people die in car crashes on just about any given weekend across my province... my fears probably aren't entirely unjustified... However, I seriously doubt that my fear is of death itself... just that being crushed in a fiery wreck is a kind of morbid end to life... but that is just a personal opinion of course... Concerning death and the fear of it... I have come somewhat close to death twice... once by almost drowning...and a second time during a serious bout of pneumonia... and I can say...without any real reservations... that in both cases, I wasn't particularly afraid and in one case, almost cared very little about the outcome... I don't recall feeling anything more than a thought such as... well...I guess maybe this is the end... oh well.... Fortunately (I suppose..) I still happen to be around... and can still say that I'm not really afraid of dying... but I am still afraid of being trapped in a burning car wreck or falling out of the sky in a malfunctioning airplane... LOL!!! Rather interesting is the fact that I have very little fear of drowning even though I had such a close call... it didn't seem like such a bad way to go at the time... (-: Well, to continue, I suppose I share similar thoughts about the meaning of our lives... I like to walk in old cemeteries and study old tombstones. Occasionally, you really have to stop and think... Here around me are two or three hundred years of human lives... each of which seemed as real as my own life... but where are they now? Are they here around me? Not too likely is it? So where is everyone? Where will I be when this shell that I seem to inhabit at the moment ceases to exist... whether it be eaten by bears, burned in a fire, or cast up on a beach somewhere like Percy Shelley after his ill-fated sail on the Mediterranean? Will I be like Shelley and see death as only the beginning of the next "adventure"? Hmmmm... yes... that is a good way to look at life and death... as a series of adventures... one ends as the next begins... <Am I nuts, or what?> Nay sir,.... there term is irrelevant.... (-: Lady Croc