asymptotes

A tombstone with a Latin text that means "Life is changed, not taken away." In a few days we shall be celebrating All Souls' Day.  I was thinking that a good exercise could be to write an auto-eulogy. Many have written an autobiography, but I have yet to hear of someone having written an autoeulogy. The exercise could help us purify our motive for and manner of living. What do people remember most about us? How would we want to be best remembered? What legacy will we leave behind?  Those thoughts could be further purified by knowing that eventually and inevitably, we shall be forgotten by those whom we wish to remember us, or at least, that these people will also eventually leave this world.  It is then that we can face the stark reality of death and the afterlife.  And hopefully, from that day onward, we could live our life sub species aeternitatis - from the viewpoint of eternity.    Read more on  From Death to Life

I reminisce the good times I had with him in high school: studying together, playing pranks on our classmates, making fun of our teachers,  singing old-fashioned songs . Those were great times I will always recall with fondness. I lost contact with him after college. I wished I could still see him, talk to him, laugh with him. But I never had the chance to talk to him or laugh with him again. I was, however, able to see him one last time. He was lying in a coffin.   I was shocked: struck at the fact that someone so intelligent and with so much potential could die at a very young age; stunned that this someone is actually my friend. Unbidden, a question spontaneously arose in my mind: "When will it be my turn? "    I then picture my own death. I lay in coma in a hospital. Around me were people who loved me and people I loved. I drew my last breath and passed into the twilight. A vigil was held for me. My family, friends and acquaintances came to pay me their l...