"Death" my old friend, it has been a longtime....

I was messing around with my Tarot cards to try and establish a sort of a link with it. You see, each card has its own meaning, by definition, and the meaning established by the owner of the cards. So what I was trying to do with each card was to look at each card to see what each of them meant to me personally. When it was the turn of the death I started crying because I missed Death, my dear old good friend. I cried because I have not seen him/her for a very very long time. So those were tears of joy. Happy to see a dear old friend again. But what I did not get were :-

1. How come Death is my dear old friend? Has this got anything to do with the past life when Anubis was consoling me as I spied a city being destroyed?

2. When most people fear Death and are apprehensive with this card; how come I feel the opposite? I felt so comfortable with him/her, even though his cloak was not made out the most comfortable material yet I didn't mind. I didn't mind him putting his bony hands and arms around my shoulder to hug me. I didn't mind how he looked. I could see and feel the joy in his "eyes" when he saw me too, and I felt the same way. The way he looked I thought I would at least have some sort of fear or apprehension, but instead I felt none of that but the total opposite of it happened. The best way I could describe it was two dear old friend who saw each other after being apart for a very long time.

Maybe what all that was trying to tell me were :-

1. All things are impermanent, they are all transitory. Nothing remains the same forever, everything changes from minute to minute, second to second, micro-second to micro-second, etc. Embrace it!

2. Death is not the end. Death can be the beginning. Death is transformation. Death transforms what is old into the new, like the Phoenix rising out of the ashes of its old body.

But most of all, Death is inevitable, it happens to all things. All things born to this material plane will eventually die. It is only a question of time. But with "death" a new life springs forth from its remains. The body turns to dust, the dust can then be used to nourish a new life, food for a new seed, or nourishment for another life. Death, you truly are a dear old friend.

Why can't my eyes see myself ?

This was the question that was asked in a conversation with a friend.

Me : What do you think the answer is ?
Friend :When I ask myself that question all I see is this lone white flower in a field.

Me :What do you think it means ?
Friend :Drawing a blank here.

Me :What do you think will happen if that flower can see itself ?
Friend :Too absorbed with marveling its own beauty.

Me :So do you see what it all means ?
Friend :No, not really.

The flower's beauty exists, because those who see it would exclaim its beauty. If the flower could see itself as being so beautiful, it might cease to become as beautiful anymore due to neglect (too busy marveling at its own beauty and forgetting that "beauty" is only relative, and can only be conferred upon by others, not the self. As a result, neglecting its responsibility to be a beautiful flower for all to admire and appreciate).

In other words, we cannot see ourselves, because it serves to remind us that we are not important when compared to everyone and everything else around us. It is everyone and everything around us that gives our existence meaning. "I" exist because "you" and everything around me exist.