I just had another life memory. Back at school we had a skeleton in our Bio-lab. As was traditional it was made fun of, and regularly abused. Cigarettes stuck in the teeth. A rolled up wad of paper for his penis,...sun glasses all that.
Btw it was known by us that these bones were real. These were once part of a living person. Also no, no teacher or cleric brother,...this was a "religious" school stopped any of this.
The bones were of a 14 year old boy. Just like us. I often thought at the time that some of us should steal the bones away from that zoo. Take them away, and bury them in a park. This with prayers said over them.
We never did this.
We should have, but we never did. I regret that to this day since he's probably still there. A further 50 years on in his torment.
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"Everyone calls barbarity what he is not accustomed to." -Michel de Montaigne
That’s awful. It reminds me of the bones used for instruction in physical anthropology at a community college I once attended. These were the skeletons of maybe eight or ten people that had been shipped to the US from India many years before. The college was located in an affluent, overwhelmingly white community. The teacher instructed us to treat the bones with respect (she was a serious anthropologist). I don’t know if they’re still used for this purpose. India had stopped selling their people’s bones some years before that.
Students don’t need real skeletons to work with, unless perhaps if they’re advanced medical students. Good replicas of resin are perfectly acceptable.
I don’t know if any residue of the boy’s spirit would remain. In the traditions that I know of - Western occultism, Tibetan Buddhism - it is believed that the spirit departs in about three days after physical death. Still, it’s not good to treat human bones with less than respect.
Z
6.4311 "Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death.
If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but
timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.
Our life has no end in just the way in which our visual field has no
limits." -Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
Ah... Jarman's film on the old Austrian bugger himself!
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Here’s what I recall that W. had to say about life in England:
“All the fun is in the country houses. Everyone else is miserable.”
Or words to that effect. By “country houses,” I’m sure he meant the mansions of the rich.
Z
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