Christians dying. [Poem. Memento Mori]

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Walking down the street.

Flowers drifted by the breeze.

Sparrow passes by.

The odor of flowers.

The odor of death.

Hold my hand daughter. Smile.

The executioner comes from behind.

Child chuckles fill the air.

Blood dripping at the edge.

Hold my hand daughter. Smile.

I will tickle you!

The sword comes down fast.


Look at me daughter.

Sparrow flies away fast.

I love you…


Flowers blooming…

The plane crashes! Stay alive…

The co-pilot of Germanwings Flight 9525 purposely crashed the plane into the French Alps on Tuesday 24/3/2015, killing all 150 people on board, officials said Thursday.

“We at Lufthansa are speechless that this aircraft has been deliberately crashed by the co-pilot”, said Carsten Spohr, CEO of Lufthansa, which owns Germanwings.

Marseille prosecutor Brice Robin said the co-pilot, 28-year-old German national Andreas Lubitz, apparently “wanted to destroy the aircraft.”

It’s unknown whether Lubitz planned his actions, Robin said. But he “took advantage” of a moment in which the pilot left the cockpit and “activated the descent,” which can only be done deliberately.

It’s also unclear whether the pilot entered a code to try to get back into the cockpit, or whether Lubitz “put the lever on lock,” which would have prevented the code from working, Spohr said. (1)

Living on the mercy of others.

Living because we are just let to live.

We believe we own our lives.

We believe we control our existence.

And yet we just… are.

We just happen to be.

Whether life is a tragedy or not, the only thing that is certain is that it is not in our hands. It is not something we can affect and control as we believe we can. Falling down we are. Free falling with other people. Knowing that everything will soon end. And yet we behave as if we are standing still.

Open your eyes. The plane crashes. It sounds dark. But it is the lightest thought one can ever make. You are not in control. Just relax and look out the window…

Words. Languages. The bright side of life. Is there such?

Arabic movie subtitles, Korean tweets, Russian novels, Chinese websites, English lyrics, and even the war-torn pages of the New York Times — research examining billions of words, shows that these sources — and all human language — skews toward the use of happy words. This Big Data study confirms the 1969 Pollyanna Hypothesis that there is a universal human tendency to “look on and talk about the bright side of life”. (1)

But is there such a side?

Are we logical creatures trying to find happiness in a world full of light? Or are we illogical beings cast in a world full of tears, trying to find laughter when there is only pain?

Is happiness found through positive words? Or can it not be found at all? Can we get rid of death, loss and pain by simply not speaking about such things? Or should we embrace them in order to fully be part of what we call life?

Life is a tragedy. A tragedy full of dead ends. We try to look at its bright side, but only its dark side will set us free. Because at the end of the road, we will understand that there is no road at all…

Think negatively.

Your life will end.

And this is a positive thing?!

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