Essence surely outlasts existence

Hey, it might come after existence but essence surely outlasts existence


I think about death more & more these days having crossed that magic number “fifty”. Many of my friends left this place over last few years. Of course all of them are still with me, in my memories.

Jean-Paul Sartre, I am sorry big man. You are right in your own way. But I think the essence outlives existence.

Sweet & sour memories of all my relatives and friends linger in my mind all the time. When they were alive, yes; the memories were static awaiting next reinforcement. But once those persons have quit their bodies, their memories have become more intense and dynamic in my mind.

I do not think of death as some irreversible dark event. Not only because I am born as a Hindu but also because I have understood the death I think (aha & that’s why I exist; ain’t it!?)

Since so many people have written so much about death I would resist investing time on it here. I cannot add anything significant than whatever has been said.

I however salute those memories and wish the departed souls a jolly good time wherever they have checked in.