Sometimes our intuition runs counter to reason. Sometimes...
And although our reason is our crowning achievement, sometimes we cannot help but heed our intuition even though all rational considerations argue against. Sometimes, our heart trumps everything.
That's where I'm at right now with respect to death.
My rational mind knows that death is the great equalizer; the one thing that we all have in common. My rational mind even acknowledges that death is necessary; without it, the world would be a seething, heaving mass of protoplasm. Without it, all resources would shortly be consumed. Without it, there would be no room for new life. Without it, suffering might have no end. Death is the other face of the coin called life.
That's what my rational mind knows...
But every time I confront death in the body of my dear ones (or the tragic death of a young one), my intuition--my heart--rebels. Something in me trumps all the rational arguments, cries defiance and rejects the necessity. Something in me--something in most of us--is deeply offended by death.
The world is as it is, I know. In the world as it is, death is necessary. That's how the world is, as it is. Death is part of life.
But there is a part of me--of most of us--that refuses to accept that necessity as right or good. Intuitively I know that death is an abomination and the world that requires it deeply flawed. Don't get me wrong--I love this whacky world--but that doesn't mean I think it's perfect. I grieve at every loss, and my heart tells me...
We were not made for this.
