The source of our thoughts is in our brain. So the center is us and our heads, everything else is around us. This creates an illusion that we are the center of the world even the center of the universe. We have needs, we must be pleased, we must have, posses, take, we must enjoy in love, we must LIVE…then suddenly out of nowhere unexpected and undesired horrible DEATH comes. How can creatures like this not be terrified of death? Philosophy of human life is the one that produces enormous fear of the death.
If we open our eyes wide we will see that a person is not so important. It is just one sample of some species called “humans” which is misled by its brain and emotions (especially its emotions) that it is most important. But here is the trap, how can something most important has an end?
First I believe that person is not most important, and we probably also exist in some higher dimension; our body is just kind of support of our existence.
Second I believe that death is not an end, there is transformation from one matter to another when person dies; death of a body or in "human terminology" a person is not most important.
If we understand this we will be more comfortable with the idea of dying, as a pass from one door to another.
Which another door? Generations will tell…..
