The co-existence of life and death makes life exist as a progression to death and, on the other
hand, death as the essence of life. Death is crucial yet does not happen in our daily lives. But is life
complete when we don’t think about death?
Moments of life will not go back – it is a flash that cannot be grasped or retained. It is light and
short; but it never stops, until the end of life. We have no choice but to confront the continuous
flashing of life, representing an unbearable weight. Life is destined to be extremely light and
heavy.
The brushstrokes were murmuring that it was so noisy and I couldn't help not to be aware of its
existence until the canvas was filled up. At the same time, I felt something was losing, leaving a
hole of silence. Then it kept circulating and fell into the vortex of the Eternal Return. I regard it as
the heaviness of tragedy fading, and it fades to become so light, which is too light to bear; it is not
like a turbulent wave anymore, but becomes a running water flowing with its destiny.
Death is the big picture of life which humans bear it to live as if there is no death. We never gaze
at death until the moment it comes, by then we are coerced to look at such void that always
exists. The Big Picture will only be complete by the missing piece attached to the individual being
that exists in the Big Picture but not as a physical part of it. It resembles that death completes the
bigger picture of life.