Saturday, November 19, 2011

So it goes...

The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.

When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "So it goes."

- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five


  1. Such a poetic way to look at death, which is the highest of all art forms. I love Kurt Vonnegut. Thanks for sharing!

  2. I read a short story once called "You Will Never Die" where the premise was that we live on one onionskin layer of an infinity of dimensions, and though we may pass away in one dimension (or many many) our consciousness will always continue in others.

    I find this idea very comforting.

  3. I found your blog after weeks of searching. I read it all with wonder, as always. Your children look as beautiful and creative as their mother.
    I continue to meditate and pray for you each day on your new journey. You are still an amazing writer. I love Melancholia, by the way.