'Let's hurry up to love people, they leave so
quickly..' Bambino, where did u take it from? Do u know that is a translated verse of polish poet's poem? His name is Twardowski and he's a priest.
In original it follows like this "Spieszmy sie kochac ludzi, tak szybko odchodza"

Seticio, yes I know that this quote comes from ks. Twardowski's poem. I heard it long time ago and it made me think for a long time... That's what it is - we have to understand that we need to hurry up to love not just people but life in general or one day we'll find ourselves very very lonely and it might be too late then...

"the loneliness can't share.. If it shares cant be loneliness"

Maybe u don't know because u are from different parts of the world and believe in defferent religion, but today died the Pope John Paul II. I think it's the best moment to think about meaning and sense of deth...

u r right..
srry..
"başınız sağ olsun"..

being "death"..

this write up is not an attempt towards defining what the death is.. nor does it aim to advise people how to shape their perceptions of life.. this is rather just a humble scribble of one who is himself in need of advise more than every other person on the earth.. hence, do not get what follows as something worth to think about more than a minute, or to read more than once.

occasionally, when I am able to rise over my own body and look over myself and the others around me, strangely enough, I sometimes imagine myself being the subject of many actions in which poeople normally take part as objects. for instance being the “happiness” rather than someone happy, or being the “shame” instead of someone ashamed.. whatever sense, or state of being I get into, it provides me with a different view that I have never seen before, regardless of how fierce storms of emotion it creates in one’s mind. that’s why I like being “hatred” as much as being “happiness”, though I extremely dislike hating someone. If you were the “peace” every person or community would want you by themselves, or if you were “hostility”, you would be stared at by eyes full of ill will and expelled out everywhere. hence, you would know what you were and regardless of how people consider you, their reaction against you would always be in the expected circle.. but, how about being the “death”, I whispered myself last night. I personally would want to be the worst feeling in the universe, but never want to be the “death”.. can’t you see how poor and miserable you would be behind your terrorizing standing. You would not be able to decide what you were by looking at what people think about you. Many would consider you as the one who steals this so-called marvellous life whereas many others such as Rumi would call the day you come to him as “şeb-i aruz”, the wedding night, the day of meeting with the One, most beloved to you more than anything. What is more depressing, whether you were regarded as a door to the eternal life, or end of a short life with no meaning, that is, just a life to be lived, you would not be wanted by anybody whatsoever. It is easy to understand why those considering you as the end of going nowhere would not want you, but how about the others calling you “şeb-i aruz”.. why would not they want you? they would not simply because they would be ashamed of a wasted life with few good deeds but full of much more arrogance, hypocrisy, ignorance, forgetfulness.. how would they be able to stand in front of the One that they would have claimed to be the most beloved one, but would have acted in a completely opposite manner. what kind of human being would be able to carry such a heavy load of unfaithfulness, unremembrance..
I would not want to be the ”death”..

very interesting point Ali. so who/what do you think death is? is it us? or is it all just about how we look at things? do you think we can describe ourselves as just one thing?

“death”.. the most striking proof for the temporality of the life in this world..
every incidence of death is a reminder nailed on my mind to make me remember the things that I am on edge of forgettting.. and, yet, each death is a story of my own, played in another scene by a different performer in the starring role.. and, every death is the last call drawing attenttions to the scarcity of the remaining time while the tremendousness of the things have not been done yet.. and, no doubt it will always be the last call until yours which may very well be the next one.. a call shaking me to wake up from the deep sleep I got into.. and, finally, my death will be either the regretfulness of unconsciously turning the alarm off and getting too late, or the peace of mind of being on time in the right place..

I haven't joined in any discussions before. But on death.
I am an aethiest but...

My close Turkish friend has told me that we must all live every day in the best possible way and should be ready every day to die. He has also told me that because I am not a muslim (or even a believer)we can share this first life together, but not the 2nd life. I found this rather depressing. He said i should read the Koran so we could be together in both lives, but I don't think we can get over the fact that i don't believe in God...

The very orthodox musliman couln'd be a friend of a not-believer, because it's formally prohibited

what is ortodox muslin?
do u mean fundamental?