I mean it’s kinda the real life tragedy of love exaggerated, innit? Irl people die young or one person dies old and another person dies even older. At the end of it all someone gets left behind and has to learn how to move on after that. And for the one who dies you know you’re leaving them behind. You know you’re dooming them to moving on and if you believe in an afterlife god only knows how long you’ll be waiting for them on the other side. The tragedy of the immortal loving the mortal takes those feelings we all know about and rips your heart out about it.
Thinking abt this reminds me of one of my favorite jewish things. “May their memory be a blessing.” Judaism doesn’t focus on an afterlife, and doesn’t necessarily believe in one at all. The person you loved is gone. There is no guarantee of seeing them again. All we know is they were here and now they’re not. And all we have left are our memories of them. In the end, that their memory be a blessing is all we can realistically hope for. That memories of us be a blessing is all we can realistically hope for ourselves too. And if someone is immortal, knowing that those they love will die. Well. They’ll die either way. Better for the memories to remain as a blessing after they’re gone than for them to be lost to a world of what could have been.
