Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind." Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind." What do these words mean? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.
-Jack Handy
First, allow me to thank you for your honesty. It is hard to admit when we don’t know something. There are many, myself included sometimes, who do not understand my poetry. Many times my poetry is judged prematurely which leads to even deeper consequences of misunderstanding.
Like everyone, I am made up of many feelings and emotions – fear, courage, anger, compassion, love, hate, forgiveness, etc, etc, etc.
For me, this poem was born from sadness and fear. Nick is right, in a sense. The poem is, kind-of, about death. How will it end? is about wondering how my life will end. This is a real and constant fear for me and one that I am comfortable sharing with others.
Please be mindful of one thing - I am not fearful of Death itself. Death has no sting. I am a Christian and have been saved by Grace. For me, the answer to the question: Death, where is your sting? is in the dying. The sting is in the dying, not in the death.
How will it end? is really not meant to be depressing or pessimistic. These are just thoughts and questions that I have sometimes that I chose to organize in a (somewhat) creative way. As Smitty pointed out, these are not the only questions in this matter but, are the ones that I chose to piece together. Everyone’s answer to the question will probably be different.
Anyone who has lost someone close to them can probably relate. Especially if that loved-one was lost unexpectedly. We can understand that Heaven is a much better place to be, yet we are left hurting just the same.
David Crowder started off one of his latest projects with the same idea – Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die. I can certainly relate to this saying. It is not the Death that I fear, but the dying.
of course, what often becomes more comical is the reaction of the identified commenters who start declaring anonymous posters to be cowards, ninnies, goofballs, etc.
as my mother used to say,...... well, i guess she really had nothing to say on this topic. in fact if i used the word "blog" she would have no idea what i'm talking about.
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I choose: All of the above.
adam join fantasy football
sorry about the anonymous, (just ask chad for the e mail to get in the league)
will it?
punctually?
forcefully?
automatically?
dispensationally?
absolutely.
i dont really understand your posts
anonymous...it's death, I can't believe you didn't see Taylors post on it. hilarious!!
Anonymous,
First, allow me to thank you for your honesty. It is hard to admit when we don’t know something. There are many, myself included sometimes, who do not understand my poetry. Many times my poetry is judged prematurely which leads to even deeper consequences of misunderstanding.
Like everyone, I am made up of many feelings and emotions – fear, courage, anger, compassion, love, hate, forgiveness, etc, etc, etc.
For me, this poem was born from sadness and fear. Nick is right, in a sense. The poem is, kind-of, about death. How will it end? is about wondering how my life will end. This is a real and constant fear for me and one that I am comfortable sharing with others.
Please be mindful of one thing - I am not fearful of Death itself. Death has no sting. I am a Christian and have been saved by Grace. For me, the answer to the question: Death, where is your sting? is in the dying. The sting is in the dying, not in the death.
How will it end? is really not meant to be depressing or pessimistic. These are just thoughts and questions that I have sometimes that I chose to organize in a (somewhat) creative way. As Smitty pointed out, these are not the only questions in this matter but, are the ones that I chose to piece together. Everyone’s answer to the question will probably be different.
Anyone who has lost someone close to them can probably relate. Especially if that loved-one was lost unexpectedly. We can understand that Heaven is a much better place to be, yet we are left hurting just the same.
David Crowder started off one of his latest projects with the same idea – Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die. I can certainly relate to this saying. It is not the Death that I fear, but the dying.
i believe you just aren't a deep enough thinker for anonymous' mind to bother with
Anonymous,
Then why do you bother?
sleet, im just hoping that if we continue our banter you will someday reach the level i have obtained. so really its all in good nature.
Anonymous,
Maybe someday I will reach your level of thought. But, if that means hiding behind the cloak of "anonymous," I hope I never do.
i've always wondered why people post anonymously. is it too much trouble to register? to sign in? to bear the consequences of your statements?
of course, what often becomes more comical is the reaction of the identified commenters who start declaring anonymous posters to be cowards, ninnies, goofballs, etc.
as my mother used to say,...... well, i guess she really had nothing to say on this topic. in fact if i used the word "blog" she would have no idea what i'm talking about.
what are you saying Dave?
exactly..i do it for the entertainment of the reaction. nothing personal
Dave,
I'll be honest. I can't figure you out. You keep me guessing. Guessing can be dangerous though.
I always had the impression that you would like to smash my face in with a baseball bat and then set me on fire - don't ask why.
The Pitt invite is open to you as well even though you won't be going back to skool (only if my assumptions described above are incorrect, of course).
peace.
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