"THE THANATOS SOCIETY'

By Inara Love Elliott

From the cradle to the grave, we cry. We shed tears of love and

pain and anger and joy. We cry. From our first shining

moments, light on our faces, to the close of the curtains of life.

The end, the void, the inevitable, the melancholy

promise.

Perhaps, the only one that will ever be kept.

When we are old, we cry, begging for more time, begging for

that feeling again.

We cry. And why? What is the purpose of continuing on in a

broken machine? To see a Christmas? A Bar Mitzvah? A

wedding? They will continue on without you. The babies will

still be born without you.

Life will still go on without you.

Now, do not mistake me, this is not an ode to my own life, not

a signature before goodbye. I am not one to give up so easily,

no. I am but a humble querent asking why we clutch to life

when our time is up.

Valhalla, Elysium, Heaven, Asphodel, they can take me.

The Empty can take me.

Perhaps I am a cynical Fool', a poet burned too often by the

flame of life, but wherever I go, I take comfort in the fact that

I have no choice.

Do not cry for me, for I will not shed a tear. It is a promise,

not a threat.

One day we will all join the Thanatos Society and I, for one,

accept my membership with open arms.

Do not cry for me, for I will not shed a tear.

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' The Fool (tarot): chaos, folly, lack of direction, naivety, stupidity, mania

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