Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,
Alone, shall come fulfilment to our dreams
And our desires.
From Sunday Morning, by Wallace Stevens Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens | Poetry Magazine (poetryfoundation.org)
This is our conversation so far, begun in a previous thread:
Paul: Suppose we have the most marvellous relationship, full of vibrancy and joy. Yet one day it will all come to an end. Death will intervene. Can we therefore include death in our relationship, not push it away as though it doesn’t matter?
Rick: Yes, death should be included. It demands to be included, though we might ignore or repress that demand. Impermanence, sorrow, fear, loss, ending, these are all part of the relationship package.
Paul: There is no doubt that we are connected in some way, is there? We have our shared history, if nothing else. Does our connection define our relationship? Or is relationship about something entirely different from connection?
Rick: If time were removed from the equation, if there were no past, no future, just whatever is happening between us now, would there be a relationship? A connection, perhaps, by virtue of sharing the present moment. But relationship seems to imply/require history.
Paul: Yet death is also the total absence of history. Death and dying is about something other than time. And life without dying is no life at all.
Rick: Let’s explore!