A bit of guerilla opera in Philadelphia:
Hmm.
Do you suppose that the inward experience of death might be like this? Perhaps you’ll be walking along one day when an epiphany of light and song will break in on your life, and you’ll realize that you’re more at home in the universe than you ever supposed: that the cosmos really is a cosmos—a beautiful and purposeful harmony—and you’ve always been a part of its beauty and purpose, you just somehow, in the bustle of your particular existence, kept forgetting.
Like this:
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If by, “an epiphany of light and song” you mean, “a truck” and by “more at home in the universe than you ever supposed: that the cosmos really is a cosmos—a beautiful and purposeful harmony—and you’ve always been a part of its beauty and purpose” you mean, “really hurt and that the traffic light hasn’t been working lately” then yes.
Though in all seriousness, don’t we all hope that, in the end, death will be a beautiful experience?
Andrew:
When someone takes, for example, DMT, the inner experience (so I’m told) is quite different from what one sees outwardly.
Even on the thesis of the atheist universe, death might be akin to a psychedelic trip—a welcoming balm before things go permanently dark.
Or maybe the soul goes on.
We’ll all take that trip eventually, and find out.
I’ve been reading an academic book on ancient Greek Eleusis and the Eleusinian mysteries and I’m struck by the parallels between the Eleusinian trip (probably initiated by a drink containing psychedelic elements) and near death narratives. So I’m thinking about it, and will probably write a post on it anon.
—Santi
Oh, and maybe being hit by a truck is the obverse image of an underlying harmony—the duality of truck and universe being only apparent—with death revealing (in an out of body experience after the accident) the alternative coin-flip vantage.
—Santi