Future Dead Body Technology @ Morbid Anatomy Museum
Two years ago, I learned about the Morbid Anatomy Museum which is now a “a new 4,200 square foot non-profit institution dedicated to the celebration and exhibition of artifacts, histories and ideas which fall between the cracks of high and low culture, death and beauty, and disciplinary divides.”
Last night, I had the pleasure of attending Future Dead Body Technology w/ John Troyer at the Morbid Anatomy Museum where I learned about low-impact disposal of human bodies and the automation of Islamic funeral washing in Iran. I know it sounds a bit macabre but I find the intersection between death, technology and ritual to be quite fascinating if for no other reason than the fact that we’re all going to die and our rituals around memorialize people and disposing bodies has evolved quite a bit.
I can’t wait until I begin my docent duties in September.
If you know yourself, you’ll not be harmed by what is said about you.
When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits - anything that kept me small. My judgement called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.
We don’t give other people credit for the same interior complexity we take for granted in ourselves, the same capacity for holding contradictory feelings in balance, for complexly alloyed affections, for bottomless generosity of heart and petty, capricious malice. We can’t believe that anyone could be unkind to us and still be genuinely fond of us, although we do it all the time.
Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.
On the authority of Abu Muhammad al-Hasan ibn Ali ibn Abu Taalib, the grandson of the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings be upon him) and his beloved (may Allah be pleased with both of them), who said: I memorized from the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him), “Leave that which makes you doubt for that which does not make you doubt.” (Recorded in al-Tirmidhi)