Death (part one)

 

I looked death in the face tonight and in a way I died. I died because I realized that death is simply accepting the fact that nothing matters. To truly not fear death would mean accepting the fact that nothing matters; even when you're alive. Then virtually, being dead and being alive mean the same thing. Because if you think about it, you are dead for an infinite amount of time but you are only alive for such an insignificant amount of time. Compared to infinity life is nothing. Essentially, we are not alive.

In a way it is sort of like going to sleep. When you sleep you don't remember what it was like because in deep sleep you are not conscious. Your experience of  sleep can only be related to your experience of waking up. Once you become conscious again you start to feel and you feel rested. It is that rested feeling that you associate with sleep. But we cannot experience the actual act of sleeping, a deep sleep, because we are not conscious when it happens. This is the same reason patients of surgery don't remember what it was like to be cut deep in the flesh with a knife. Thus death is essentially the same thing as sleeping. The only difference is that you never "wake up" from death.

But we will not experience infinity. Infinity is not: you, in a black empty universe. An infinity in death is not tangible because you simply no longer exist to experience infinity. Because of this, when you die, nothing matters for you. You are not conscious. 

What does it feel like to die? Well you cannot describe being dead because dead people cannot experience anything. So, much like sleeping, one can only relate death with the last few moments of life and consciousness. Everyone experiences those last moments in different ways.