​The lives we lead never seen to get us anywhere but dead. That’s the promise, the blessing. That’s the place where all our struggles will stop being pointless, the place where we will rejoice, the People of Israel, where we will shrug off this mortal coil and finally be.

The blessing is not to be, but not to be. Imagine being freed from your own existence, from yourself. You are your worst enemy and your worst jailer. Imagine freedom from who you thought you would be and from who you are, life without sadness or pain, existence without disappointment. 

Death truly seems like a blessing, in these circumstances. But it’s not, because it’s not freedom, it’s just nothing. Being nothing – is it preferable to being something? Highly arguable. We just don’t know.


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