Death is productive in ways that might never be comfortably acknowledged.
We are bound by fear to our Objects and fantasies of Other and Self as much as by desire and there is a complex logical undercurrent and rationale to the ways that we (enigmatically) encrypt aversion into attraction and revulsion or death into fertility and life.
Broken things and imperfect people are often far more interesting than are complete and whole ones...
Death. Life. Mortality. Absence. Emptiness.
None of us actually exist, at least not in the ways we generally believe that we do.
Life is commonly considered as antithetical to death but in some ways, there may be a common ground and source between them.
It is staggering (and blissfully unacknowledged) the extent to which this world of ours and all of its many anthropomorphic catastrophes are all quite simply occurring within and emanating from these brains between our ears.
Investment in inscribed permanence and attachment to continuing body or concept and symbol is the very thing which emphasises and reminds us of the ultimate and inevitable transience-into-disassembly-and-nonexistence of this vessel and mind.
Given sufficient complexity, energy or information flow and time, the logical end-state of any particular process need not itself under analysis appear as though rationally derived or even substantively plausible.
Introspection is endless and is for all this - endlessly problematic.
Death must always remain an unreasonable enigma...
Some dawning realities are so vast that we do not even have words, let alone cognitive methods, to characterise or represent them. Climate Change is one of these realities.