Duo Maxwell :: [死神] The God of Death (
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maskormenace2018-11-08 07:50 pm
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How many people do you remember? Do you remember all the people who shaped you? Are you living for anyone, at this moment?
Memories are precious things in this place. We can lose them easily, and they can be returned on a whim. We have no control over it. You can record them, leave them behind here, but even if you hear or read them again, they may not have any meaning to you. Maybe you won’t feel anything at all when reading them, or having someone relay them to you. In that case, aren’t you reading someone else’s memories rather than your own?
Would you be happier to forget them? Or would you want to be able to remember them, no matter what?
As for me, I want to carry these memories with me, for better or worse, for as long as possible. It’s how I’ve always lived anyway. People that have died, people that have left. People that saved me, people that hurt me. For me, it’s a way of living. I know that eventually, I’ll leave this place, and I’ll forget some of them, but I don’t mind bearing their weight for now.
(Sorry. Another rambling, self-indulgent 'in memoriam' post. I hear these are passé, now.)
Memories are precious things in this place. We can lose them easily, and they can be returned on a whim. We have no control over it. You can record them, leave them behind here, but even if you hear or read them again, they may not have any meaning to you. Maybe you won’t feel anything at all when reading them, or having someone relay them to you. In that case, aren’t you reading someone else’s memories rather than your own?
Would you be happier to forget them? Or would you want to be able to remember them, no matter what?
As for me, I want to carry these memories with me, for better or worse, for as long as possible. It’s how I’ve always lived anyway. People that have died, people that have left. People that saved me, people that hurt me. For me, it’s a way of living. I know that eventually, I’ll leave this place, and I’ll forget some of them, but I don’t mind bearing their weight for now.
(Sorry. Another rambling, self-indulgent 'in memoriam' post. I hear these are passé, now.)
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Not just this world, I mean.
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Some people have diaries, for example, or they celebrate the birthdays of a lost loved one.
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The memories I hold the most dear are the ones I keep in mind when I go about my day; I want to live my life worthy of where those memories have brought me.
I admit that's not exactly proper record-keeping...
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Words, or actions, way of life is just as important as what you impart as knowledge, you know?
Learning from memory is important too
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When it comes to the case of leaving this world, losing hold of what I've been blessed to have here...I suppose that's the only other way I can think, besides dreading the loss.
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I guess it eases my worries a little to know that I'm not alone in that. I suppose logically, it's probably more common than I worry it is.
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That was written in jest, correct?
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Well, forgive me, but moral-philosophical quandaries are very common here, so even if this network WASN'T designed for it, you'll find that hardly seems to matter.
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My bad, I made up my mind, the answer was yes
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That's what I had first assumed, but it's incredibly difficult to tell when it comes to the written word on this device.
Regardless, have you found a little solace in some of the answers others have shared?
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I think somehow or another, I've found something to chew on. I don't think solace is the word I'd use, exactly.
Thanks for asking, by the way. Not sarcasm.
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You're welcome. I suppose "solace" isn't the right word for uncomfortable worries like these...perhaps "solidarity" is better?
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It should be hopeful, too...since there's still a lot of good to think about here, even in the face of the dreadful.
That's what I try to remember.
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It's all we have.
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[He types a response, frustrated and heartsick, then discards it for being too personal.]
[Maybe they can discuss it in-person, sometime.]
I guess you're right.
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In any case, perhaps you'll find yourself coming out of the shadows of "unnamed" to talk with the rest of us more in your own time. It might be easier to do so with a better understanding of who you are.
Not everything fits everyone the same after all...
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[We'll talk soon.]