The Whisper of Death.

Harlin recently shared with Lamo a thought she had flash into her mind whilst pottering around in her kitchen. She posed the following question based on this;

Have you ever heard the sound of a dying candle or from a Diya. The sound that comes from the burnt out wick?

This weird moment had come upon her whilst alone in an almost silent kitchen. Harlin heard a faint crackle which startled her as their was no one else there that she was aware of. Upon investigating nervously burning-candle-fading-flame-smoke-black-background-burning-candle-fading-flame-smoke-black-background-104243846 she saw a dying Diya, (a small cup-shaped oil lamp made of baked clay), with a final wisp of smoke rising from it. Seeing this it was then the feeling she had in that moment which was truly surprising. Pity, is how she described it, for it sounded almost like this Diya was saying goodbye to her with its last dying breath. Wanting to be heard knowing it wouldn’t die alone.

We know non living things have no sentiments but still there is a beauty in any death as remarkable as its birth. Being able to hear that in the softest of sounds brings that final farewell to an emotional feeling of understanding. Perhaps even adding to our insight in to the World around us. Such was the profound thought that Harlin had after this emotionally charged incident shared with this Diya which until now was just a simple inanimate object.

It got us to thinking of those other dying whispers of such non living beings we as humans either don’t hear or perhaps choose not to. Lets be very clear here before we move on to our other candidates in this idea regarding what is not a valid entry. Trees, Plants, Animals, those things that are considered alive are not. The thought that has been raised is bound to those objects that are simply things, objects, made by humans in most cases. (Certainly in all the ones we could think of they are!)

By way of non inclusive examples, here are two which did cross our minds as we pondered together at Harlam but were ruled out for they are actual living beings.

A tree falling to its final death bed on the forest floor.

Perhaps a solitary Leaf that falls from an Autumn tree as it is pushed to its final resting place by the whispering wind.

With that now explained, allow us to proceed in describing our poor dying entities who give out that, “Whisper of Death“, when their time has come to an end.

First, much like the Diya is that tiny, “Tink” sound, (best word we could think of to describe it), made by its modern day counterpart the filament light bulb. (Not the modern energy saving versions.) Both giving their individual whispering sound signifying the death of the light they once shone when alive.

Next the sound made as the final part of a sinking boat or ship, slips from above to just beneath water_droplet the watery surface. Its the sound of the whisper made by the water as it reforms itself to its previous flatness. That one single final droplet leaping up before falling to settle, “Poooit“, an absolute final sign the sea, (ocean or even river to!), has devoured the boat. Now having died becoming a lifeless wreck laying buried beneath the waves, unseen, unheard.

Another that came into our minds on this thoughtfully deep notion was the good old Balloon. Whilst it serves its life purpose brightening up those milestones of our own human lives, birthdays, weddings among many others, it to eventually succumbs. As those last tiny particles of air, (or Helium), seep from its tired neck with an almost silent, “Psssht“. Finally deflated despite trying to hold on to every precious breath it once held. Ironically this sometimes is our very own human breaths as used when we gave birth to it in the first place. Although every now and again, this non living being can go out with a “BANG” in its final act of death! (Bit more than a whisper!)

Returning to the kitchen we have our forgotten friend that sits there working hard in the background for us. None other than the refrigerator, (“Fridge”, as we all lovingly refer to it), with its unseen heart pumping the life preserving gas around in its metallic veins. Non stop through those coiled arteries, passing through the expansion valve, (as our own blood does heart valves), creating that cool interior heaven withing its body. A cold effect we so take for granted yet it keeps those juices and food we trust it with fresh for longer. Eventually this poor kitchen being though finds that it’s heart can pump no more. It to reaches that “Whisper of Death” with the last final spin of its motor shaft coming to a stop. “Bzzshoop” Something we suddenly only notice when it is no longer there, the whirring soft hum of a circulating heart, like a breeze of life once continually blowing almost imperceptibly quiet, yet was always there.

Here then is our final thought on this emotionally weird idea for you to ponder. When something we consider as alive dies there is an associated emotional appreciation automatically felt. Here though we have tried to describe dying moments of non living entities, each of which has its unique final whisper before exiting this world. Though please do forgive our onomatopoeia attempts with describing these sounds.

Moving to the crux, we think this is the very sad thing because our ears are not equipped with the ability to pick up such low quiet sounds of feeling, they are missed. Worse we simply choose to ignore them as insignificant because they are from non living beings. Imagine though if our ears along with our mindset were attuned, would it not be incredible to hear all those, “Whispers of Death“?

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

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Please, if there are any you would like to add from your own thoughts do comment below. 🙂


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