And that doesn't terrify you?
No. It actually makes me feel safe.
After death there will be nothing to worry about anymore.
Should, however there be more, I can always worry about that later.
Sums it up pretty well for me, as far as my belief as to how death will be.
Weird, you two seem to take comfort in the part that worries me the most.
I find it alien to be frightful of death.
There so many things which are in my control and out of my control that are happening right or in the foreseeable future. There so many things on my plate right now, that deserve my attention now.
Its called life. ITs wonderful, keeps me busy almost all the time. It gives so many joys, that I can hardly begin to count, it gives me so many woes that there to many to recall.
Everything that I care about, is now with me. Everything I can achieve and will is in the foreseeable future when my heart is still beating and my brian still able to grasp at the reality.
Death is something so very far away. There no comfort in it. I take nothing from death, save that it will come. Save that its there. That its nothinginess. And nothinginess, once I realize that I been mostly nothingness. Is fine. It took some time for me to cone to turn when I had that epiphany, it took almost a year for it to get used to it.
I find that dwelling on my mortality serves little if anything. I don't urge myself to succeed, or accomplish because I'm mortal, I do it in spite of it. It provides me with personal joy to accomplish my goals, and personal sorrow to see it not come to fruition. It provides me with joy to make those I care for happier, and I share in their grief when things sorta go the other way.
I do not fear the unknown. Instead I can find inspiration from it. From the unknown are possibilities. Not the infinite possibility that common idiom?, finite and vast number to sure.
The unknown, is just that. Unknown. Its not bad, its not good. We won't know until we delve in, with a tempered mind and intellectual honesty.
Now from my observation, theist seem to be the most fearful. Yet the unknown isn't for them. Or at least not suppose to be.
Extend life, in spite of cognitive ability. No doctor assisted suicide for terminally ill patences. They must suffer from their ills to the bitter end.
I find this incredibly curios and contradictory.