“As delicate as we often are in our treatment of the newly dead, we are considerably less circumspect when it comes to human beings who perished hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Time, that great effacer of human memory, eventually turns us all into mere objects, simple arrangements of hard bone or perhaps heaps of fine dust that are valued – or not – according to the whims of the living. Death is a great leveler, it is certainly true, but the relative rarity of mummies sets them apart from all other kinds of human remains, endowing them with a special cachet. ”
The Mummy Congress. by by Heather Pringle.
I quoted Ms. Pringle for reasons not directly related to her remark. By pointing to the fact that over time, the memories of those who are no longer among the living are now thought of as mere objects. The inference is that we do not treat the living in such irreverence,
But we do.
When someone we love (or not) is speaking, are we listening? Or are we half-listening, tuned partially to the recognition of possible keywords while formulating our own.
The title of this article if you notice, implies that there is a price on our heads. A value is established when we are young, adjusted as we age and acknowledged when we die. It appears to be more natural to value a life than to love it.
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