Thursday, 17 June 2010

Death.

And no stop the worrying.

Right okay. So if someone goes for a walk and happens to wonder round a cemetery . A lot of people would call them morbid. But I tend to walk around and often go to the old cemetery, it is quiet and there is some beautiful stone masonry. The people who make gravestones have some high level of skill. And there is a high level of artistic practice. Maybe it is because I think stone is a fantastic material.

But it got me thinking. Humanity carves stone into monuments; graves, tombs, mausoleum, crypts and even the pyramids of South America and Egypt. Why is someone's death more celebrated than their life?

Maybe it is because people want to leave a statement, like "John was here, he was great!"

But it is strange that people have fascination with funerals, graves and the such like. People travel miles to go and see things like the pyramids. Just kind of make me think. The eternal question of what lies behind the veil of death. Human nature I guess.

I guess I have personally a great fondness for sculptured stone, I think it is better than metal, and a million times more beautiful than plastic. There is a majesty and royalty to stone. It is living and yet not living.

Just random I guess.