Life and death 

This sounds like coffee and cake. Speaking of which, can I have another piece? No, that's not possible now and casual shenanigans are not in the right place at the moment. This is what the editorial director speaks in my ear. It's finally about - right: life and death. Sounds common as a combination. But when you look closer, questions arise: 

Life, okay: From its origin through a possibly joyful and lustful, if not ecstatic act (to which the neighbors complained afterwards) about the following serious event of birth, it goes purring to live through life with its childhood, adolescence, adulthood and finally old age. So far, so clear, this is life. At the end it will end by dying. Bonged. 

Let's get to death now. And that makes things weird. If you die, you'll be dead afterwards. Cut and end, but can also drag on. Anyway death happens with the death process and that's it. So seen a huge difference to life. Life goes through many decades. There is development. There is felt, loved, there is joy and suffering. There are events and decisions, coincidences and surprises. And even marzipan potatoes in the run up to Christmas. So a lot going on, what shapes you and what's going on about photos, movies and writings. Sometimes also pictures, poems and compositions. 

And then death. You're just supposed to be dead and there's nothing left after that? Why, you could say, it's good. There's a lot going on on one side and there's nothing left on the other side. So you don't have to do anything anymore, do nothing more, pass tests, overcome no more difficulties - you don't have to do anything anymore and have peace of mind. Great, let's leave it like that. So far it would also be appropriate to expressions like ′′ RIP ′′ and ′′ Eternal Rest". But you think so.

Now fantasies come into play. Understandable because some people can't or don't want it to be over like that and then nothing else. I find fantasies interesting in principle too. But some of these fantasies are called religions. And these are unlikeable to say the least. Because these constructs are working with reprisals and regulations in this world at threat of torture in the afterlife. So after passing away, you don't have peace of mind. Rather, you get to the recent court. And that's where it's decided: heaven or hell. In case of not so bad offences, you may still go to heaven, but you can only become a cloud shampooer there. Or you have to take care of the dirty laundry of the angels.

Then there's the imagination that death doesn't happen simply because of the insufficient functioning of vital organs. Rather, someone is assumed to get you: The Reaper. Creepy. But with further concerns, it's more sympathetic. Because when the time comes, I'd probably get my pants thoroughly first. But then maybe I'd manage to get him involved in a conversation after all. I could offer him beer and meatballs and address an appointment postponement if possible.

Here is my latest composition and recording, with deals with the theme. I made a video with an german text. Sorry for that, if you do not understand german. In that case you can also listening only to the music by following the second link: