There is one thing about death that scares me. And no, it isn't about going to hell. If Theresa of Avila can call God out after her cart falls in a stream, I think I have, if anything, been far too lenient with God.
What scares me is my death going unnoticed. I don't mean I am worried that I will lie on my bathroom floor for weeks before a neighbor smells something rotting. I know my family won't forget me.
But what about everyone else I know? What if they just don't notice that Matt has not emailed or blogged in a while?
Perhaps this is the reason I would never kill myself: I am worried that my friends might not know. But if I ever get really popular, I may have to do myself in. (Kidding, kidding. I'll never get really popular. HEE)
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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2 comments:
I think once you're dead that won't matter anymore. But let's not test the hypothesis.
xxoo
JTG
Let me get this straight: Are you telling a person who worries about his popularity that death would free him from that concern?
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