2007-08-19

Theric and the Deathly Svithe

All my friends are dead..

No, no one has died recently, thank you, and I haven't even really been dwelling on such things, but heck, I haven't posted on death in over a week and not in a svithey way in even longer, so I figured it was time.

I learned in my college-freshman course in physical science (taken as a senior, incidentally) that we measure and prove time through entropy: things breaking down. And that, therefore, when there shall be time no longer, we may assume that entropy has been halted.

This makes sense. Resurrected bodies do not die; resurrected worlds do not end.

And so the death of friends becomes nothing more than a memory.

(Although, given the lack of entropy, a memory that never fades. But maybe the whole Death Thing will just seem amusing from the perspective of six eternities later. How can I say?)

Anyway. That's a little svithe on dying for you.

Go forth and die no more.

Than the one time, I mean.





last week's svithe

6 comments:

  1. Poor Freddie. Poor poor Freddie.

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  2. This is a really interesting idea. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Something to look forward to.

    Now, on a less spiritual note, I clicked on the album cover, and laughed so hard I almost needed to be restrained. "Trees Talk Too" is my personal fave, although "Satan is Real" is a close second.

    My husband says the one with the really fat guy is his favorite. Any album with a really fat guy is gooooood.

    The naked people scare me. As does Joyce.

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  4. That's a great album cover. Love the threads.

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  5. .

    Yeah. I have that exact same outfit.

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  6. That's it. You are officially the most solidly optimistic person I know.

    Seriously.

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