Getting Cultured.

Today was a day spent at the cultural center-getting cultured, I guess. *sigh* *joking* OK. Enough with my jokes. Even if it brings me joy to bring smiles upon others.
Honestly, I love going to cultural center. This trip was my third time visiting; how blessed we all are to live in a city that has so many venues, museums, etc to see. Truly, this is one of the best cities in the country to live in and gain knowledge and experience! I implore y'all to take advantage of these wonderful opportunities.
The cultural center trip was quite interesting. Visiting the Morbid Curiosity exhibit, more specifically evoked perplexing questions and just overarching thoughts, why? Human fascination with death has always astonished me. Perhaps, because myself, I am afraid of death. The unknown that awaits us after death is a bit of an unsettling feeling to have; everything that we know, this materialistic world that we surround ourselves with, will be gone. Even if you don't consider yourself materialistic what about you, yourself-the body that physically surrounds us? This exterior that we call muscle, skin, and bones-these are all a type of material that will eventually shed itself. To think that our feeling, emotional-psychological being will eventually separate itself form our material body is a rather frightening thought.
No matter how financially powerful, physically strong one may become, death will inevitably occur.

Isaac's piece specifically struck a cord in me, and it evoked all the ideas mentioned above. Isaac took a body in its (almost) raw form, and tried to evoke a feeling for the viewer. But, there's also a whole different prospective that starts to evolve within someone- a deeper meaning; the way in which the body is positioned, jets itself out to whoever is its audience, almost to engage in conversation with them. Hunched over, in it's armless, lifeless state does it start to tell a story of despair and pain. In some strange way, I started to have feelings for this lifeless form. So aptly titled, "Are You Still Mad At Me?" did I start having an intimate moment, where I felt remorse. Sounds a bit ridiculous, but I did have a moment of empathy, as if this person had died in vain.