legovanan
i'm feeling random, so i'll rant. i was talking to ryan earlier, and he really made me think.
have u ever thought that everything was just planned out for you? that everything was a plan, a puppet show and we're the puppets on the string. everything falls into place, right where it should be, every piece where it should be, all planned out. they call it my life, but I hold not the strings that control it. if something goes wrong, u die.

have u ever wondered about death? no, i'm not being suicidal, i feel life is a gift, though it can be a b*tch @ times. i mean, if ur not living, how can u experience anything? but seriously, what is death? what happens? i guess this is why ppl have religions, to explan what happens after death. to Christians, u go to heaven, or hell. if your buddhist, ur reincarnated. but u know, do u know anything after death? what happens? where do u go? i mean, no one has ever come back from the dead, so how do we know what it feels like? i mean, i know it's natural, but nature scares me too. i think thatz one of the many reasons i love Tolkien's works, is that his biggest theme is probably death. and he uses the mortals and elves really well 2 portray that. i was reading something on Finrod at Beor's death. it really changed my perspective on death. for u negligent ppl. Beor is a mortal King, and Finrod is King of the Elves, or @ least of Nargothrond. Beor is on his deathbed and Finrodi s angry and can't understand why he has to die, and it really contrasts the Elven and the mortal view on death:

“Why do you fear death so?” Beor asked inquisitively, his eyes questioning. The fact that even now, gravely ill, his friend did not end his pursuit of knowledge brought a hint of a smile to Finrod’s face as he considered the question.

“It is unnatural. Why create a life that will be cut off in the middle, before men have enough time to accomplish anything?” he asked, his brow furrowed. “Why always fall to death before you are finished here?”

“I would say it is your kind that is unnatural. Plants, birds and beasts: they all grow, and then they die,” he replied, the smile gone now, as he patiently worded his answer. He gestured with a frail arm as he spoke. “You are the only ones who remain here, mourning always for those who do not. I would rather live a full life, a happy one, then linger here throughout the years.”
“But how can you not fear the end?” Finrod protested, his face somber. “For that is what it is, death.”

“Nay, it is merely a new beginning. My likeness will carry on in my descendants, and my remains will become earth again, creating new life,” Bëor replied softly. “It comforts me.”