tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401830411147364284.post1525512813687880639..comments2024-03-18T19:05:39.072-07:00Comments on Morphosis: Christmas Blogpost 2019: Scroogeious RIPAdam Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15803399373213872690noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401830411147364284.post-30308023296542996342019-12-19T01:21:10.599-08:002019-12-19T01:21:10.599-08:00That's the issue, isn't it: because the tr...That's the issue, isn't it: because the treatment we receive after death will only (surely!") be an issue if we're in some sense 'around' after death to see what kind of treatment we receive. Insofar as social being-in-the-world is structured around an "I", it collapses when the I is removed. Adam Robertshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15803399373213872690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401830411147364284.post-56217540009679275872019-12-18T04:10:17.583-08:002019-12-18T04:10:17.583-08:00Fantastic blog as always! I may be missing somethi...Fantastic blog as always! I may be missing something here, but isn't Scrooge's fear not of death, but of the treatment he receives after death, without mourners to protect him? I've always found the real moments of horror in the Yet to Come stave to be not the gravestone, but the men who attend the funeral purely for lunch, the woman who steals the shirt off a corpse, the nameless figure gasping out his life alone, and the rats in the bedroom walls. All of these have less to do with the fact of dying and more to do with horror of dying without friends to comfort and defend you. Scrooge's fear is specifically social rather than existential, I think, and the point of his conversion isn't from denial to acceptance, but from solitary oyster to active participant in society. Deejhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08618084513262030170noreply@blogger.com