After D’s mother passed away, after enough time had elapsed and he was able to coherently construct his thoughts towards the event, he put up a short culmination of feelings and thoughts on the subject on his local social media website. Local means global. He shared this culmination of feelings with his “internet friends” (I’m not even sure what the term “friend” means anymore) but declined my offer to put the Note on my page. Now, after 6 months or so of “sinking in”, he’s allowing me to share it.
When I asked him if this was neatly edited or planned out in any way, he replied, “No, not all. I just sat down and wrote. I just got it off my chest. ‘It’s finally done’, I thought.” He dubbed it, The Unknowable Plain. Here it is:
The next plain – the other side – is unfathomable. Our minds just can’t keep up. There are moments when we see tiny fractions of it, one single spike on one single flake in an endless whirling snowstorm. But our brains don’t look up to even catch a flashy glimpse of the blizzard as a whole; they can’t, it isn’t in their chemical makeup. Besides, when we do see that one point of that one snowflake it’s so captivating we won’t look away for anything. Not then at least. It’s the second thing we all share. Not just with each other: with caterpillars, stars, trees, galaxies, maybe even existence itself. For anything that is given life, will also be handed death. Sure it is sad… terribly sad… confusing, frightening, but in its own strange way it’s beautiful. Pacifying even. To float out through a hallway of stars and memories glowing hot, to ascend towards that unknowable plain, to push through into everlasting rebirth, that must be sublime.
-D, Rainy Saturday, March 6th, 2010