Scared to Death ?

I have spent many years in fear of death, and there have been other times when I might have welcomed it, like during reruns of Diagnosis Murder. The fear of death is the price we pay to have chanced upon life and there is a certain amount of scrabbling about in the dirt of life trying to find the elixir that will make us immortal in some sense. We hold onto myths, archetypes, beliefs and ideas about death to ease our journey through life. Though none of these ideas can prevent our own deaths or ease the pain of loss and the trials of grieving that the death of a loved one will inevitably provoke. But mystical and irrational ideas about death do soothe the sore, along with distraction and a new woollen coat.

Nobody who has ever lived can claim to know any secrets that may surround death, if indeed there are any, which there probably aren't. Equally no authority can say with certainty that death is the end. The knowledge then is that we cannot know of this mysterious realm that relates so closely to our life that it affects and infects all we do. We are, each of us seperately or in groups, entitled to believe anything we wish, in order to get through this life. Getting through this life is all this life demands of us, even if our parents wished we were doctors.