Stefan Stenudd
Stefan Stenudd
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I'm a Swedish writer of fiction and non-fiction books in both Swedish and English. I'm also an artist, a historian of ideas and an aikido instructor.



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Cosmos of the Ancients, by Stefan Stenudd.

Cosmos of the Ancients
The Greek philosophers and what they thought about cosmology, myth, and the gods, by Stefan Stenudd. Click the image to see the book at Amazon.


Tao Te Ching - The Taoism of Lao Tzu Explained, by Stefan Stenudd.
Tao Te Ching
The Taoism of Lao Tzu Explained. The great Chinese classic, translated and extensively commented by Stefan Stenudd. Click the image to see the book at Amazon.


Life Energy Encyclopedia, by Stefan Stenudd.
Life Energy Encyclopedia
by Stefan Stenudd. Qi, prana, spirit, and other life forces around the world explained and compared. Click the image to see the book at Amazon.





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Occasionally I Contemplate Murder, by Stefan Stenudd.

Occasionally I Contemplate Murder 17

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T he intricate biological machinery of man really allows for a longevity we hardly reach.

All the body cells, except those of the nervous system, are renewed in such a fashion that every seven years the body is completely reconstructed. Replaced from top to bottom.

So, the only irreparable things in the whole body are the nerves and the brain cells. Still, they would suffice for much longer than the hundred or so years, optimally given to us.


Scientists are puzzled.

Why do we grow old? Why the ageing process, not at all called for?

No matter how careful we are with our diets, nor how much we protect our bodies with Medicare and physical exercises - by time, our automatic decay is commenced, always with a fatal outcome.


Gods lure behind this, of course. Murder of a divine proportion.

They have decided, it seems, that we should walk on earth for a limited time, and then - whatever we do, whatever we may feel about it - life is gradually stolen from us, sucked from our very chests.


It's not done without some effort on their behalf, though. We human beings rarely give away our most priced possession freely, especially not to such elusive entities as the Gods.

They have to fight for it.

In many cases the fight is so uneven, it takes little more than one piercing of the heart, for a definite outcome. But sometimes, the Gods must roll up their sleeves and use every trick in the book.

I'm sure that with some people who have walked this planet, it must have been quite a costly victory.


Knowing all, the Gods ought to be wary of this also. When it comes to the most difficult ones of us, they seem to prepare for the final struggle by starting it very early. Sometimes as early as at certain men's and women's very moment of arrival to this world.

I have friends who are deeply afflicted by such divine precautions. Strong-willed and enchanted by life, they are. Fate hits them with many a forceful blow.

The divine intention with this misfortune must be to make them fatigued, when the time comes. To weaken their resistance.


Indeed, I guess the Gods utilize this method, more or less, on each and every one of us. Life isn't permitted to be all pleasure, so as not to make us too attached to it.

Could that be the explanation to all the pain going on here? A measure of precaution.

Still, a few of us stand up from every blow, a little stronger than before. Yes, some people sure are a match for the Gods.


Yet, they always win in the end.

Every man's life, no matter how dear to him, is finally conquered and ended. Each proud neck will bend and every firm grip will eventually slip.

Why are the Gods unbeatable?

Simply because they will not cease until they win. Time's on their side, and that is - even to the Gods - a most powerful ally.

They have a lot of time.


Well, that's not the whole truth. One more accomplice they find. Another aid in their feat, and the crucial one:

The accordance of the victim.

As in every murder, no matter what giant holds the blade, the victim must - whether ardently or infinitesimally - allow it.


And we do, in time quite willingly, let our lives be stolen. Even the most passionate, the most euphorically vivid ones do.

Although miraculous, life does by time become a bit boring, or at least fatiguing. Not in the cells of our bodies, perhaps, though they tend to loose their vigor, but in our minds. Perchance, in the very substance that is never renewed?


So, one day, we lean back and lay our throats open, stating that now it may very well suffice.

Even of the best of meals one can only eat so much. Although we still regard it as very tasty, indeed, we push the plate away and close our mouths.

Then the Gods are free to do their burglary.




I t hits me, maybe that's the sole reason for the Gods' intolerance towards murder among men. They want that pleasure reserved for themselves.

There is pleasure at both sides of the dagger:

One the one hand the excitement of the person who performs the stabbing, stemming from the satisfaction of doing the irreversible. On the other hand the relief of the person being stabbed, thereby leaving this earthly existence in one of the rare ways that will cause no embarrassment at all, in front of the kind of Jesus.

Great pleasure.


I guess that murder can, if applied at the right moment, be an almost ecstatic form of intercourse between the two participants. Or masturbation, in the case of suicide.

In the words of Juliet, the young girl who loved so much and strongly, it would be impossible to settle down in a lifelong marriage:

"Oh, happy dagger!"


Why does she speak so to the only one involved, who doesn't enjoy the deed? Or does she?

Maybe the instrument - although having no say of its own in this - is as pleased as the others involved. Who can say that the tool will not derive any satisfaction from participating? To be the instrument, without which the murder would not take place, and yet, to be innocent of it.

That's really not so different from the role of the executioner, except for his ability of a choice.

What is the experience, if any, of the instrument?


Well, in truth, when every aspect is considered, isn't that what we all are - Gods and men, and even those objects claimed to have no souls, alike:

Mere instruments.

Maybe once, the Gods were really the initiators and the omnipotent, capricious rulers of the game. But now, after aeons of complex interaction, they must be as indistinguishably involved, as the rest of us. We're all doing what we must, allowed but one choice:

To enjoy it, like good sports, or to suffer and complain at each moment.

What choice is that?


Yes, occasionally I contemplate murder. But do I consider it?

No.

I need not. Enough of it, as it is. Come, shout with me:

Enough!



© Stefan Stenudd 1987, 1997


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How to get the book

If you want to buy the book, you can do so at most international web based bookstores, such as Amazon and the like. Here are links to the book on Amazon US and Amazon UK. Use the latter if you are European - then you get the book cheaper and quicker. Otherwise, you may want to buy it at Amazon US.

At Amazon US: Murder, by Stefan Stenudd - at Amazon US.
At Amazon UK: Murder, by Stefan Stenudd - at Amazon UK.

Now also a Kindle ebook:
Murder - Kindle ebook


Occasionally I Contemplate Murder
by Stefan Stenudd 2006, 2011
Paperback, 124 pages
ISBN: 978-91-7894-050-9


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My Fiction Books

All's End, science fiction novel by Stefan Stenudd.

All's End

Science fiction novel about a quest through the universe for a perfect world. Click the image to see the book at Amazon.

Occasionally I Contemplate Murder, by Stefan Stenudd.

Occasionally I Contemplate Murder

Thoughts on life, death, and the meaning of it all, explored by anecdotes and mythological fragments. Click the image to see the book at Amazon.