It’s so uncanny because the song “When Doves Cry” suddenly starting running through my mind Tuesday night. I don’t know why. I hadn’t heard it on the radio or seen the original video recently. It’s my favorite Prince song; mainly because of the opening guitar rift. What a sad passing. He was only 57.
Recently a museum opened in Switzerland devoted to the life and work of Charlie Chaplin; nearly 40 years after his death. He supposedly had said he was afraid he’d never be remembered. That may sound conceited, but all artists want to feel they’ve contributed positively to the world around them. Therefore, they want to be appreciated and respected, which mostly means being remembered for their art and the impact it had on other people. Chaplin remains a comic genius even now.
Another uncanny element about Prince’s death is that he allegedly told people not to pray for him, as he recovered from that initial bout with the flu; to save their prayers for later. I believe he knew the end was near for him. I think that most people know when they’re going to die, even if it’s just days or hours from now. Right before Joan Rivers had that fatal throat surgery she told a close friend something like, “This’ll be a hell of a way to die.”
I really don’t view “death” as ‘The End.’ I believe it’s more of a transition to another world. That could mean our souls metamorphose into other elements; perhaps living on forever. Sheri Reynold’s “A Gracious Plenty” is a unique view of the afterlife.
Yes, there are some sensitive to their bodies.I have known some. One hopes the creatives will occupy the newly discovered bulge in space playing their music, painting our dreams. Still, I do not plan to die.
Best, my friend. i always learn from you.