Death

"I'm getting buried. The people go weeping after the coffin. Weeping, they look into the pit. Look not there, but up to the sky. The body is an abomination. It's only beautiful and lovely as long as the force of preservation keeps a coloured glass before our eyes. In reality, there is nothing to love. The soul must be glad to get rid of it, and stare at people weeping over it as if it were some misfortune. What is man when he has no body? The weakness of our minds cannot but imagine him as he was. But why do we need legs in the other world? Legs are nothing more than a means of supporting the body. It has a hard bone in the middle to keep it from collapsing; it has fibres and threads on the bone to make it bend and stretch. What do we need this in the aether, where there is no dust, and where we carry no burden. And what need have we of the hand, of this grasping tool? What would we need for the stomach, this meat generator, when we have no meat there. What need would we have for those two photographic lenses inserted in our skulls, when we can see without any means. We don't need any part of the body. We cannot imagine ourselves without forms. We also paint God in a material body with beards. To angels we give feathered wings, from the length of which the ornithologist can calculate: which one weighs how many kilos. But the shapes are certainly different in the aether. The body is the form that corresponds to life on earth. If we had to live in water, we would have a different shape. The billions of different animals show that every soil and every way of life requires a different form. Lift your head from your petty business and see: what a marvelous work every body on earth is! The mosquito's body is very different from the human body, but it can walk, digest and breathe. Look at the rotifers. It has only one leg. If it had more legs, it wouldn't be able to do anything. And the rotifer lives, works, walks, digests, breathes, sees, reproduces. Look at the jellyfish. It doesn't have any legs. And if your soul were a jellyfish today, you'd say: - I am alive. I have food to eat. I love. I have children. The sea is the place for me. Blessed be the Creator. Well, if we see the possibility of life in so many shapes and forms in this place shackled to the earth, why do we need to carry this heavy, delicate and unfit body of ours up to the other world?"