Taking advantage of the fact that this is now my personal blog (I’m blogging about technology at Infinite Probabilities) and I can get deep here when it suits my mood.
It’s almost 2 years since my grandma died. We were close. She’d love the fact that I was getting married (and she’d love my fiancé). I was talking about this to someone the other day, and they asked where she was buried.
You know? It never even occurred to me to ask.
The conversation stopped dead; in fact, it was a little awkward. So, I struggled for a way to explain and came up with a fantastic analogy (but of course).
When you watch a magician do their tricks, their objective is to get you to draw your attention away from the juicy stuff. They want you to look at the hand where nothing’s happening, so that the hand with the coin/card/chip can do what it must. There’s even a name for this technique — you’ve all heard it — it’s a sleight of hand.
Now, if you were trying to learn the trick, you’d be silly to follow the sleight and miss the juice (the trick). Pay attention, be present, and you get the good stuff. Let yourself be distracted by the wrong thing, and you’re just another person in the audience wondering what happened with your mind telling you that your eyes can’t possibly have seen what they’re telling your brain they saw.
Well, when a person dies, why would you pay attention to the empty container? Why would you follow the body1?
That’s not where the juice is.
If you like this post, check out these two other:
- When You Find Something Good, First Thing To Do Is Share
- Cry All You Want (one of my most favorite posts)
- I realize there’s comfort in honoring the body, and I’m saying all this just to make a point, not to suggest you shouldn’t have a tradition of honoring the physical burials of our ancestors. [↩]