A piece by an outstanding colleague of mine….
I wrote two similar pieces, “Transition to Nothingness” and “Death at Dawn” I wrote my first memoir at the age of 50 in anticipation of death. Here I am, 20 years later but I was in “heaven” last February.
By Paul Woodruff
April 27, 2023 at 6:30 a.m. EDT
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How often do you think about death? “Every third thought,” said Shakespeare’s avatar Prospero in the last line of the last speech he gives in Shakespeare’s last play, “The Tempest,” aside from the epilogue that follows the play. My friends say they think of death at least as often as Prospero. I do, too. If we think about death so much, we ought to know what to think about it. Philosophy is supposed to have answers, but the answers we hear most often from philosophers are not good for us. “Live every day as if it is your last,” we are told. “Remember that you are on the way to death each day.”
A friend recently wrote an email message with this line in it: “Paul is dying of a lung infection.” He had meant it for someone else, but he had misdirected it. That sentence infuriated me. I do not have a lung infection. My death is close at hand, however, because of a lung condition called bronchiectasis, and I am on oxygen day and night. But I do not think of myself as dying. I am living each day with as much life as I can put into it. For me, that means going to bed each night planning at least one project for the next day — something worth getting out of bed and living for. As I think of dying, I make each day a time for living, for having something to live for.
What kind of project is worth living for? Not a project I could complete today. Worthwhile projects spread out over time. Writing this small essay and finding someone to print it will take at least a week, and today is only the first day. I will make sure that the last day for this essay will be the first day for something else. Thinking of death, I want to live every day as if it were the first for something.
Living as I do, with projects that continue over time, I can be sure that my death will cut me off before I finish something worth doing. I want to be cut off when I die of something I care about doing — not from thoughts of death alone. Unless I am in unbearable pain, I should be able to live right up to the last moments. Here is an inspiring (although slightly gruesome) example: Under bloody Queen Mary, Archbishop Thomas Cranmer, the author of the lovely Anglican prayer book, was burned at the stake for his protestant views despite signing false confessions of faith in Catholic doctrine. Even as the flames licked up around him, and his death was moments away, he was very much living (not dying) when he put his right hand into the heart of the fire to punish it for signing false confessions.
I know I will die soon. But must I be miserable about it? Why not find a cause for joy in each day? Some corner of my mind always knows that sad thoughts lurk behind my projects. But my dying will be much harder on my loved ones than it will be on me. Survivors often think they have failed to keep their loved one alive. I want my survivors to know that death is not unwelcome to me, although I want to be living each day. There’s nothing wrong with dying. All the best people in history have done it. Let foolish philosophers see themselves as dying every day. Thinking of death, I choose life.
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Toussaint – the most unhappy of men! –Whether the rural milkmaid by her cowSing in thy hearing, or though liest nowAlone in some deep dungeon’s earless den,Oh miserable Chieftain, where and whenWilt thou find patience? Yet die not! Do thouWear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow;Though fallen thyself, never to rise again,Live, and take comfort! Thou hast left behindPowers that will work for thee – air, earth, and skies –There’s not a breathing of the common windThat will forget thee! Thou hast great allies:Thy friends are exultations, agonies,And love, and man’s unconquerable mind.Toyin Falola, You will never be forgottenRemember that in Yoruba epistemology,The Foundations of the forces of nature areair, earth and skies. I pray for your healing.Remain blessed.I amEmmanuel Babatunde
‘To Toussaint L’Ouverture’ by William Wordsworth is a sonnet that describes how Louverture lives in the hearts of men even after his sad demise.
Wordsworth wrote this poem just a few months before the Haitian anti-slavery and anti-colonial revolutionary, Toussaint L’Ouverture’s death. The poet sees him as a part of nature. His demise means to him a process of assimilation into the air, earth, and sky. However, the poet thinks he can hear his voice. Hence, he asks him whether he can hear the song of the milkmaid. It can also be possible that he is buried inside some deep dungeon. Those who come to redeem mankind never die. So, Toussaint remains everywhere. None can forget his contribution to humanity. Lastly, the poet eulogizes him saying his friends are exultations, agonies, love, and the “unconquerable mind.”
Wordsworth wrote this sonnet in praise of the revolutionary leader Louverture. This poem follows the Petrarchan or Italian sonnet form. Hence, the poet divides this poem into two parts. The first part comprising eight lines (octave) contains the ABBA ABBA rhyme scheme. While the sestet contains the CDCDDC rhyme scheme. So, the second section of the poem differs a little from the Italian model concerning the rhyme scheme. However, like any conventional sonnet, this poem is also composed in iambic pentameter. Along with that, there are some metrical variations in this poem. For example, the first line of the sonnet is in iambic tetrameter.
This sonnet, ‘To Toussaint L’Ouverture’ begins with an apostrophe. In the beginning, invoking his spirit, the poet says he is “the most unhappy of men!” The quoted phrase contains hyperbole. Thereafter, one can find the use of alliteration in the phrase, “deep dungeon’s”. Here, the poet uses the repetition of the hard “d’ sound for creating an internal rhythm. Along with that, the line “Alone in some deep dungeon’s earless den” contains a personification. In the following line, the poet asks a rhetorical question. Moreover, the poet uses synecdoche in the “a cheerful brow.” Here, “cheerful” is a transferred epithet. Thereafter, “common wind” is a metaphor for humankind and the last line contains a polysyndeton.
Toussaint – the most unhappy of men! –
Whether the rural milkmaid by her cow
Sing in thy hearing, or thou liest now
Alone in some deep dungeon’s earless den,
The first four lines of ‘To Toussaint L’Ouverture’ sets the tone and mood. In the first line, the poet says Toussaint is the most unhappy of humankind. The reason is that before Toussaint’s death he was imprisoned by the French colonists. So, the last few days of his life were full of misery and suffering. Thereafter, the poet asks him whether he can hear the song of the rural milkmaid. Here, the poet paints a beautiful pastoral scene consisting of a milkmaid tending her cows.
However, the poet makes it clear that he is no more. His mundane body lies deep in some dungeon. The place is so marooned that none residing there can hear the rhythm of life. Moreover, the “dungeon’s earless den” contains a personification.
Oh miserable Chieftain, where and when
Wilt thou find patience? Yet die not! Do thou
Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow;
Though fallen thyself, never to rise again,
In the last part of the octave, the poet refers to L’Ouverture as the “miserable Chieftain.” The poet thinks his soul can never find patience as the custom of slavery still exists. However, the poet quickly changes the mood of the poem by saying “Yet die not!” Here, the poet implicitly says that his contribution to the anti-slavery revolution cannot be forgotten. However, the poet is not sure whether his soul rests cheerfully or not. In the last line of this section, the poet uses an enjambment. Hence, one has to go through the first line of the next section to understand the meaning of the line.
Live, and take comfort! Thou hast left behind
Powers that will work for thee – air, earth, and skies –
There’s not a breathing of the common wind
That will forget thee! Thou hast great allies:
Thy friends are exultations, agonies,
And love, and man’s unconquerable mind.
Though Toussaint has fallen never to rise again, he will never die. In the last section of ‘To Toussaint L’Ouverture’, the poet says he will live forever. He has left behind the natural powers that work for him. Being a part of nature, he lives in the air, earth, and skies. Moreover, the “common wind” that humankind breathes, contains his essence. As long as nature exists, his existence will never be lost. Lastly, the poet says he has great allies. His friends are “exultations”. The pain he has suffered is his friend. Besides, the love of mankind and his “unconquerable mind” is always with him. Hence, the hero will live forever in the hearts of men.
Wordsworth’s poem, ‘To Toussaint L’Ouverture’ is dedicated to the former slave Toussaint L’Ouverture. He was an influential leader in the Haitian Revolution of 1791 to 1804. Moreover, he led the anti-slavery and anti-colonial insurrection by self-liberated slaves against French colonial rule in Saint-Domingue. It is now a sovereign nation of Haiti. However, L’Ouverture was imprisoned by the French and died in captivity shortly after Wordsworth wrote this poem. He penned down this piece in January 1803 and L’Ouverture died on 7 April 1803 at Fort-de-Joux in Doubs. Moreover, the opening phrase of this poem, “the most unhappy of men” appears in Louverture’s memoir written during his imprisonment.
Here is a list of a few poems that similarly talk about the major themes of Wordsworth’s ‘To Toussaint L’Ouverture’.
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Dear Family & Friends,
If you are reading this, I
have successfully made my transition to be with my Heavenly Father. I have
Lived, Laughed, and Loved. I have shared most of my life experiences &
lessons with everyone I know with the intention to help those without a voice.
I am overjoyed that I was able to touch as many lives as I have. Believe me when
I tell you that I suffer no more, and I am in a much better place. My ancestors
and I have a LOT of catching up to do...
Always remember, life is what you make it. Make it your best...you only live once.
I love you all forever,
La Vonda R. Staples
In mystical Islam, it’s “Die before you die”
St Paul the Apostle is supposed to have said: I die daily
Dr. Samuel Oloruntoba tells me that, " it is appointed unto men once to die, and after this judgment:!"
When there’s no more karma holding them back, when the stock of bad karma is all burned up, some advanced yogis can leave the body at will and depart into the hereafter. Others are said to be sinning deliberately, because they don’t want to leave this vale of tears in such a hurry, at least not yet. (Right now I’m feeling enormous remorse about this business of William Wordsworth being referred to as a “Scottish Poet” - he could be rolling over in his grave, on hearing this and wondering if Robert Burns ( 1759 - 1796) would take kindly to that kind of testimony of Wordsworth ( 1802 - 1859) sharing distinguished Scottish pedigree with him. Maybe as preposterous as referring to Wole Soyinka as an Igbo poet, or Christopher Okigbo as a “ Yoruba Poet.” or the Prophet Muhammad salallahu alaihi wa salaam as a Jew or the Prophet Moses - alaihi salaam, as an Arab…
But for all we know Wordsworth as a “ Scottish “ poet, is a witty, inner joke…
I have been following reports of Near-Death Experiences on this Youtube channel :
After a lifetime of pampering the body and the mind, acquiring knowledge and much material wealth, women and wisdom, in the last days of those who believe they are heaven-bound, or going to burn forever in that other place, all the academic degrees that have been obtained in theology won’t be of much help. Hopefully, from a higher, more sublime conceptual plane some words of comfort from Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj: “Nothing dies. The body is just imagined. There is no such thing”
Some stray thoughts, more musing
The most important insight is this: A doctor should NEVER do this: a SHARP warning
The fact is everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.
Somebody asked Woody Allen, “ Aren’t you afraid of death?” He replied, “I'm not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens”
I suppose, you too. Don’t want to be there for the great event.
The terminal event.
The End.
Finito.
When we’re circa 20 years old, at least some of us feel immortal. Touch wood.
Nowadays, with modern medicine, the optimistic standard expectation is circa 120 years - like Moses ( the Prophet Moses). For the rest of us, even the pious and most holy among us want to cling on to dear life and to do what can be done down here on earth - not down there in the grave or after the cremation, what remains of us as a box of ashes ( as “into ashes all my lust!”) So, ideally some of us - not suicide bombers, would like to delay entry into “The undiscovered country, from whose bourn, No traveller returns”, there’s good reason to despair of attaining to the ripe old age of the fabled Methuselah; somewhere or other down the line, you, me, we are at one of the stages known as “The Seven Ages of Man” and no matter at what/ which stage we find ourselves, this much is certain:“Your days are numbered, so are mine”
I don’t know exactly what figure of speech he was employing, but earlier in the day I came across upbeat youthman Shola Adenekan affirming his certainty on Facebook, in the following words: “There are 3 things certain in life: tax, death and Arsenal beating Chelsea !”
BTW, I had thought that he was going to say, these three are certain: 1. The Father, 2. The Son, and 3. The Holy Spirit….
BTW, Death is universally known as “ the certainty” - at least in Islam death is a certainty there’s no escape, i.e. none so far has escaped it. Good Christians look forward to the everlasting life that has been promised will be granted to them, after they die. It’s a very tempting idea. A pleasant idea. A luminous future to look forward to.
In a brighter and much calmer mood, John Donne composed this Holy Sonnet: Death be not Proud - the kind of Sonnet Woody Allen did not compose, however, as far as I remember, when J.D. was actually passing out of this life, he called for a priest ( to administer the last rites) There’s a similar story about Tolstoy and what historians and some literary biographers - and some Church people - have disputed as his religious conviction towards the end of his life. This much is true or certain: some people become more religious in old age, with remorse and repentance for an earlier life of profligacy, as they begin to contemplate the Elysian Fields, the possibilities of eternal life in the Olam Ha Ba / the fulfilment of promises about the Christian Hereafter / the Islamic Paradise
There is, for instance, the Quranic polemic in 2: 96 // Quran 2:96 - about the Jews, and whilst these days with the War in Ukraine about to escalate and goodness knows the future of the war in Sudan, we may be thinking of life and death in terms of our individual destinies of three score years and ten according to the Hebrew Bible, but the idea of collective destiny is clear in this chilling statement by Iran’s President: Iran's Initial Response To Any 'Small Step' By The Zionist Entity Will Be Its Annihilation
Very important: We should not undervalue the life of our fellow human beings. That’s why e.g. Zelensky is incomprehensible; so is what’s happening in Sudan.
Speaking or writing Russian like Pushkin is a quality, just one of many qualities that makes a human being human. We ought not to replicate or try to replicate what was once Apartheid South Africa anywhere, particularly not in Israel and that’s just putting it lightly.
At the risk of sounding more pedantic than I actually am, just one more correction to make. Sin, after all, is about mistakes made, such as missing the mark, and repentance is all about regret and remorse, correcting, and as much as possible, rectifying the deliberate and the unconscious mistakes made, and making the necessary amends thereof, for example, apologising, where apologies should be in place. Even on Yom Kippur, the holiest day on the Hebrew Calendar, also known as the Day of Atonement, there are two categories of sin - the ones committed against God, which only God Almighty can forgive, and those committed against your fellow human beings which only the fellow human being can forgive, failing which you may remain unforgiven.
Well, here’s one that was made by the machine ( I blame it on it - the machine): In the search engine I think that I correctly entered what I was looking for: “Tolstoy : his religious conviction towards the end of his life” but what popped out of the link was “Tolstoy: history religious conviction towards the end of his life”, making me feel a little like Aaron, Moses’ older brother who thus explained the situation to Moses, when Moses came down from the Mountain and saw his people dancing round the Golden Calf: “When some of them - the rebels demanded that I make them a golden calf - as if I was a magician, I tried my best to thwart their demands which were becoming life-threatening, and to delay them, knowing how attached they were to gold, I requested that they surrender their gold ornaments, their rings, earrings, bracelets and gold necklaces to me, after which I threw the whole bunch into the fire and out popped the golden calf!”
So apart from “ die before you die” it's a good idea to repent before you die and this perhaps sounds all too morbid & macabre, but the fact is that once you’ve gone past the Biblical three score years and ten, you’re living on extra-time. After phase three, the next stop is the cemetery, and as Marvel put it in his To My Coy Mistress.,
“The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.”
Now, if you’re a Muslim and a good one at that, there should be little to fear about the questions that according to al-Islam will be asked of everyone in the grave: Islam : The questions that the dead will have to answer in the grave , namely,
Who is your Lord?
What is your religion?
Who is your prophet?
Of course, it’s different strokes for different folks. I don’t know how Nigeria’s Pentecostal pastors, and those politicians who tell their daddy that it’s “ a religious war” are going to answer those three questions, nor do we know what is going to be their likely fate in the hereafter, if they do not give the correct answers to those questions. Furthermore - too late, we are not to suppose that lying and telling lies even in the grave, is going to be acceptable or accepted by The Most Merciful.
Right now, I would like to know - get some clarifications from the traditional African religionists who always post on this forum, about many a soul that has gone unto the Hereafter, that such souls have “ joined the ancestors.” I ask since I believe that it’s a tenet of Yoruba religion - and maybe, not only Yoruba religions that our ancestors are with us in the world, right now - as per the discussions in Professor the Rev Canon Harry Alphonso Ebun Sawyerr’s book, God: Ancestor or Creator ?
Lastly, I should think that for the adherents of the religions that believe in reincarnation // gilgul, the finality of the Day of Judgement according to Islam and Christianity could be less fearful and less tearful, as some people will at least be given another chance.
Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī :
“I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as a plant and rose to an animal,
I died as an animal and I was human,This evening, during dinner at the restaurant at Sven-Harry’s - after the Art Exhibition there, we listened to the following souls that have long departed coming from the speakers
All, constellations in the musical heaven.