Death requires time. Science proves time doesn’t exist. We can perceive this. Why believe in something so easy to destroy? We go to sleep, no time exists. Something fascinates us, no time exists. A distracting scent destroys time because nothing can exist for us unless we perceive it. If we lose consciousness in death, we wouldn’t perceive it.
If consciousness ceases, does that make everything pointless?
No future can destroy now. If something we do holds meaning now, nothing later can undo it. Also, nothing makes us do or feel anything. We direct our thoughts, moods, and actions. Our responses worsen or improve things. If consciousness continues, we can continue to improve our reactions.
Focusing on better things makes us happier. Without a body or world, if consciousness remained, we could adapt. We can practice adapting to this moment. It makes living better.
Do we fear losing what we made? If so, we fear that consciousness may continue, not that it may end.
If death ends consciousness, we’ll handle it, as we handle dreamless sleep. Does it hold nothing, or nothing we perceive yet, or nothing we remember perceiving, like infancy? Most of us prefer not to recall that.
Or perhaps it took practice to make sense of what we perceived, in our new situation.
Awake, we may ignore death. We don’t know that we’ll die. Many of us work to create human immortality. But to minimize interruptions, we can rip out every root of the fear of death, until none remain.
What part of losing consciousness remains that we might fear, joining with everything and losing ourselves? What part of ourselves do we hope will continue?
Our unique goodness, because in this moment, we can develop it, and bring new good into existence, however we choose.
Everything supports this. The more we perceive how it does, the more easily we create what we want. We feel love even from things that supposedly hold no consciousness, from things we trip on every time they come, until we learn to rise over them.
On the other side, things that once seemed pleasing may seem like separation. Do relationships connect or distance us? Do I connect or disconnect? With myself and all things, do I cause harm, do nothing, or help? Do I work alone, or align with everything? Must I create some dream before I let go, or do I want to let go now? Does clinging to myself feel good or bad?
What of existence do we want to keep? The good. We can do that now, by not griping ourselves like addicts, by letting ourselves go. We may, may, lose the memory of this. But it feels so good…
We may not know whether we die. But we can know if we felt something worth dying for.