Mortality: it's your own life

This society that we live in is afraid and ignorant. Death is a factor of life that people nowadays hides from reality. The same goes for the elderly, as we hide them away in their retirement homes like they're lepers. We look at death now as an 'embarrassment' as when people die now, they're treated like they're making a huge inconvenience for everyone around them. With this day in age, the old ritualistic celebration of ones life when one dies is over, people don't value life like they once did. We are now too concerned with our glossy magazines and billboards showing healthy young men and women in their prime. There is now a cultural silence about our mortality because of this passive consumer mindset of society wasting away precious time in our lives. 

No one likes death. It's hard to come to terms with it especially when one is on the brink of it looking back at their past, regretting having wasted their life balancing checkbooks, keeping up with television comedies, all those mindless activities.  Our denial of death has a deeper significance, beyond it's function as a reaction to our fear of mortality and blindness that helps preserve the status quo. It is a symptom of our ongoing struggle to escape from the the cycles of change in nature and establish an unnatural permanence in the world. Our mortality is frightening evidence that we do not have control over everything: thus we are quick to ignore it, if we cannot do away with it all together--a feat towards which our medical researchers are working at breakneck speed. It is worth questioning whether this would even be desirable. 

Men and women in civilization not only hunger over dominion of everything but also seasons, and time itself. We make gods with endless dominion over man or build empires, cities, corporations that are constructed to last into infinity. We want things to stand forever as a testimony of our victory over the sands of time. We would do well to be wary of fulfilling our own darkest dreams by creating a dystopia, a frozen world in which no one must fear death anymore, for everyone exists forever and no one lives for even an instant. 

Alive in the land of the dead. They eat dead food with false teeth. Their buildings have false fronts, their radio and television stations broadcast dead air. They kill time as spectators of false images. Their corporations are guilty of false advertising, and their employment 'opportunities' offer only murderous mistreatment, lethal boredom, and fatal submission; they demand that you meet deadlines, that you pitch tent in death camps. Does the dead end justify the means? They inhabit dead cities and make false moves, really going nowhere at all, treading day after day the same path of despair. Even their air is conditioned. They ask you to give your lives for their countries, for their religions, for their economies, leaving you with only. . . . Their system is organized by artificial intelligence and provides only virtual reality. Their culture will pin you down and bore you t o death, their lifestyle is lifeless, their existence is a permanent deadlock. Everything about them is dead and false. The only thing that is unbearable is that nothing is unbearable. When will we demand more?

The struggle for life, for real life. 

Fight foul, life is for real!