RIP Peter Steele.(Type O Negative front man)
You know, there are some icons,up there,that you never expect to disappear,even if you're aware they are going to die someday.They like leave the impression they are eternal,and then you hear such excruciating news that reminds you that nobody lives forever,and death doesn't forgive anyone,no matter how many things you have done in life.And then you think about what you leave behind,a sign that you were alive,to be sure that your memory doesn't just fade away with time.After all,we are humans,not that I regret that.Not in the least.I am glad to be a human.I don't really believe in an afterlife,so that makes things shorter,or so I have the impression.I have way too many things to do,that the actual fear of death consist in the fear I won't manage to do everything because I can't possibly know when I'm going to die.It could be right now(this kind of thinking is maybe because I have seen death with my own eyes,enough times).And what will I leave behind?Beloved sister and daughter??!!Let's be serious.I was that from the moment I was born.Nothing has changed?!
Now,Peter surely wasn't much a believer,if not at all.I wonder where is his place now.Or he just vanished?Just like this?Lets bury the stinky body and move on;and everything means nothing!It's like I never existed.I do understand my "beloved ami" from that point of view.
Peter will surely be remembered for what he did with his band,and he practically wrote a part of the goth history.
But what will I do?Kids to carry out your memory and love you?In at least 100 years nobody will even remembered I lived.Then what's the point in being alive?To make the best you can of it.Or at least try.And regret nothing.Mmm,the news of Peter's death saddened me a little,so that's the reason of all this bullshit.Nevermind me.
From that point of view,we are damned.
Farewell damned,till next time and...take care of yourselves.