Stop whatever you're doing for a moment and ask yourself: Am I afraid of death because I won't be able to do this anymore?
I'm so not ready to die. It petrifies me. I go alone. I go to a place I don't know. It might be painful. It might be the end. My thought is that it is the end. I become nameless, and I spent a lifetime being known.
I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.
What do I dislike about death? Must be the hours.
Immortality,' said Crake, ' is a concept. If you take 'mortality' as being, not death, but the foreknowledge of it and the fear of it, then 'immortality' is the absence of such fear. Babies are immortal. Edit out the fear, and you'll be.
Am I incapable of living with the one sole guarantee, that I'm still here? Am I afraid of living because I fear death?
People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.
I'm afraid of death, obviously.
If you are anxious about death, then you don't have a sense of the oneness of things - you feel that after death, you will be no more.
