Really, bears frighten the shit
out of me. Really, it's not bears themselves, but
rather the idea of what happens after the startled, or hungry, or angry bear has done
some ripping, tearing, clawing and biting to a person. It's not the pain
scares me, although I respect the idea that it would hurt a whole hell of a lot.
Really, it's what happens after there's not enough of the person
left intact to
maintain the fragile balance of life
So, what happens after there's not enough of a person left intact to maintain the
fragile balance of life? I don't know, but I get the feeling that it's nothing
that frightens the shit out of me.
I think that's natural
I think that it's natural to fear not existing. I mean, we can't even think about it,
really. We can't really imagine
our own non-existence
. I tried really hard to do it
once, and I think I had some success, but the horrible blackness frightened the shit out
of me. I think I did it wrong
, the whole imagining nothing thing, but it still
frightened the shit out of me.
Anyway, like I said, I think that's natural.
What life is, is that it's one big chemical reaction
that's been going on for a long,
, and we're a privileged
little part of that. So are bears, really, but
that's not important just now. What's important is that the reaction
keeps going, and I guess
part of that is that it got a will to live
somewhere along the line
So I'm afraid to become nothing
I'm afraid to have my little bit of the reaction stop reacting
. Bears are too, so they
try to shred the shit out of everything that scares them. Really, I guess I do the
same thing. So do most people. That's why we've killed a whole hell of a lot of
bears, and made sure that they only live a few places, where there aren't many of us.
In a way, I'm grateful that our ancestors did that
. It means that I'm less likely to
meet, and thus less likely to get torn to shit
by, a bear.
In a way, I'm grateful that our ancestors killed off bears and lots of other terrifying
In a way, it's great that the really scary shit from the Pleistocene
is mostly extinct
In a way, though, I know that you can't just do that. We are part of Nature
all one big chemical reaction. We know it, too. We love zoos
, and parks
and all kinds of places where Nature can go on being Nature, and we can enjoy it,
whatever that means.
That's natural, too.
It's natural to like nature, bears and all, because we know that we're part of it, and
to kill it off is to kill off ourselves. We need shitloads
of oak trees
, and wheat
, and even bears to keep ourselves alive. I think that people
are really part of Nature, too.
So should have enough Nature around not to die.
If we screw that up, I'm going to have the same problem as if a bear got me. I'll be
. Although, I'd rather get mauled by a bear. If the bear gets me, then at
least there's the rest of Nature going on about its business all over the world
I was part of
will keep going if I die by bear. If we kill Nature,
though, everything is done. I guess it's not so bad, because, us being Nature,
Nature's chemical reaction will just have come to its natural end. But that's still
But really, even if we do keep Nature/us going, I'm still going to die.
I'm going to die no matter what I, or anyone else does. If nothing else, no bears,
human mistakes, or anything like that gets me, old age
will. And I will cease
that's still frightening. I can try to put it off, but I will someday cease to exist
and that frightens the shit out of me.
In fact, all of Nature will cease to exist
eventually, no matter what we do.
cannot exist forever
. Nothing can, according to what I've heard about
. I'll be dead by then, but how much comfort is that, really? By the time
, and rocks
, and planets
, and bears, and everything else stops existing
, I'll have
already been not existing
for a very long time.
So what can I do?
I can't stop Death
. I can't stop it from getting me, and I can't stop it from getting
Nature. The only thing I can really do is try not to think
about it. I can fill my
time with silly and fun things. I can fill my time with things that make me, and those
around me, laugh
Sometimes, for no good reason, out of nowhere, I can say something brief about how
bears scare the shit out of me
And that usually gets a laugh.