Thoughts and bright, deep blue eyes.

A good number of us have read sir Terry Pratchett’s stories. They are a wonderful way to see how fantasy can become addictive as well as the perfect satire for some of the worst realities. What has made it extremely enjoyable to me, is how the figure of the reaper, which used to give me nightmares as a child, has become an even lovely character.

What I find rather sad about the same character, is the fact that as absolute as Death may be, it is but performing a job. A shrug is not even a part of his thoughts. The duty is to be performed and those whose clock has ran out of sand, must be taken away. Death doesn’t see anything but the fact that is his duty. Nothing else.

As with any good fantasy, a very few may be able to play with that absolute, but never to their satisfaction. In the event that it might satisfy them, is because Death happened to have felt something, and since he never feels, well reality needs a makeover and things happen to change quite drastically.

The one thing I can say is that Death is braver than I am, since the character decided to be a father, a teacher and a grandfather, albeit a distant and emotionally unattached one. I am still to even consider the possibility of starting a family. The thought itself, makes me realize that there are things I fear a lot more than death itself.

If you haven’t taken the time to read his work, I strongly suggest that you watch the BBC movies first, and then come to the books in any format you may find. They are a wonderful experience and will leave you with a belly ache from laughter, and with a warm heart as well.

Thank you and let me know about your thoughts on sir Pratchett.