Samang kirok

And her family took her aside and put their arms around her 
They said: 
Mary, won't you please come back to us now 
There is still time to repent for all your sins 
And Mary started to cry when she realized 
That she'd never come home again in her life.

Is death going home, or when we can't go home anymore?

 

Ryōshin shiken

My self-definition is understood as an answer to the question Who I am.  And this question finds its original sense in the interchange of speakers.  I define who I am by defining where I speak from, in the family tree, in the social space, in the geography of social statuses and functions, in my intimate relations to the ones I love, and also crucially in the space of moral and spiritual orientation within which my most important defining relations are lived out.

Charles Taylor. Sources of The Self: The Making of the Modern Identity. (pg 35)

How has my way of relating demonstrated where I stand, where I'm coming from?

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Samang Kirok

No tomorrow.
No tomorrow.
I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad,
The dreams in which I'm dying
are the best I've ever had.

How do the different deaths we experience compare with each other?