> Maybe it’s just me, but I find it kind of sad to think that you got buried in a grave with no headstone, no marker, no indication of who you were.
I appreciate this melancholy - even a compassionate wistfulness.
Conversely though - For me, it just feels part of an Ozymandian futility. If the suffering of dying + the suffering of others' grief are removed from the equation, it feels like there is an elegance to just dissolve back to the environment without a struggle, in a certain graceful way.
A headstone in that context is a 'struggle'.
To me, graves are for the living and never the dead.
> Maybe it’s just me, but I find it kind of sad to think that you got buried in a grave with no headstone, no marker, no indication of who you were.
I appreciate this melancholy - even a compassionate wistfulness.
Conversely though - For me, it just feels part of an Ozymandian futility. If the suffering of dying + the suffering of others' grief are removed from the equation, it feels like there is an elegance to just dissolve back to the environment without a struggle, in a certain graceful way.
A headstone in that context is a 'struggle'.
To me, graves are for the living and never the dead.