Many believe they know what death is and why we die. Again, some try to rob of its mystery by reducing it a door to the "next life" in the "next world." Some avoid the mystery by calling it a "transition." Still others, shield themselves from the mystery by confining death to the language of biology.
No one knows why we die. No one knows death's beginning. No one knows its end, the death of death.
No one knows if some invisible part of us lives on after we die. No one knows.
Wonder of wonders. Mystery of mysteries. Death is a great mystery.
No death, no life. No life, no death.
Death feeds life. Life feeds death.
They depend on each other.
The living feed on the dead. Why? We do not know. We just know that is the way it is.
Human death is what we humans make it. The less healthy fear it even as they long for and promote it. It is, after all, the ultimate escape from this life in this world to the next life in the next world.
The healthy live in spite of it. Fearless of death, they live in it's face fully until they die. As they welcome each pleasurable and painful "little death" that punctuates their lives, so they welcome death as the ultimate period on the finished story of their lives.
If they live on, they'll take it as it comes.
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