at the precipice of losing it all, everything, all that’s woven and torn. how must one feel for someone when they hope to feel nothing at all? sense the conundrum: when you’re going through something, to get away from something, and don’t feel like going back?
If I’m feeling hopeful about my own death or grieving someone I love, I imagine some conception of heaven where we are all just floating blobs of contentment. Nothing to do but exist here and be happy. Kind of like how Buffy the Vampire Slayer describes heaven.
I took a philosophy of religion class that dealt with different conceptions of Heaven and many philosophers still think we would have to “help” people from beyond the grave somehow. Not really my ideal afterlife.
If I’m talking about someone I hate dying I picture this wild torturous multi-level hell scape.
But on an average day I think we just stop existing. There’s nothing more to it.
the first time i heard this song i was in my 1st period art class junior year of high school. i remember having to step out of class to cry. so insanely well written and beautifully performed and it feels so personal but universal. the song is meant to (in the narrative of the album) represent ethel’s reflection of her life from heaven and the feeling is so well translated. if you haven’t listened to preachers daughter Please God do it.
