death is raining

Poke a living person, what happens? Something.
Poke a dying person, what happens? Something.
Poke a dead person, what happens? Nothing.
Nothing.
There is no nothing more terrifying.
Death is insanity.
In this world of artificial insanities, death reigns over all pretenders. No other beauty or horror, no mutual orgasm or murderous vengeance, no childbirth or maiming, is more essential and primal. We humyns create staggeringly intricate psychological and physical structures whose core purpose is to deny the power, nay the very EXISTENCE, of death. Heaven, reincarnation, cathedrals, art/literature, offspring, cosmetic surgery...
We even attempt to erase the word itself. Pass away, lost, transition...how many deathbeds/deaths/funerals are enacted without a single participant ever uttering the word "die"? If you never say it, maybe it doesn't exist...
Don't trust the conceit that humyns alone know the existential horror of mortality. Other animals grasp, and are unhinged by, death-awareness.
Death is insanity. To be around it for an abnormal amount of time, to dance with that nothingness for days, months, or years and stay sane, requires staggering amounts of mental discipline. Or pervasive, punitive socialization. Or self-medication.
To be a soldier (or civilian) living in a war...
To care for a loved one dying in slow agony...
It's clear how many fail to endure such reality. Those who flee, those who crack, those who survive but are forever scarred...no creature is designed to stay sane in the presence of unrelenting death.
There are other insanities, natural and artificial. Rejection, failure, loneliness, disaster...waterboarding, date rape, religion, reality TV...
But death reigns.
Knowing all that, the most incomprehensible and damning cultural reality is suicide. To willfully enact the most primal humyn terror...to erase this frailest of sparks, that everyone else is obsessively protecting...
How dysfunctional must any society be, in which self-annihilation exists...or thrives?
I'm a fan of statistics, but i think a single generality might be more germane. Is there anyone who knows no one who has taken their own life?
If you're one of those few, stay inside your bubble as long as you can.
Or burst it, to grow wise in the ways of this broken world...
And help us become humyn again.