Death and Peekaboo.

I think death emotionally brings us back to a very early time in our lives, before we had words and had only uncertain emotional responses and a world and body and mind that just didn’t make sense;

One of the first lessons we learn is permanence of objects. Peek-a-boo. “Guess what? your ball is still here!” “Guess what? Mommy’s still here.”

One day, there’s death in your life and you’re aware that peekaboo was a lie. One of your first learning experiences shot to hell and all you can do is go back to the emotional state of your first loss, the no-words sensation – the existential crisis of object impermanence – and the initial trust gained that was then broken.

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