Many of us accept death without all the mysticism or even fear. But me, I LOVE life. I can go on for days about the things that move me, from the minutea to the cosmic and on and on. I'm a poet at heart, with a passion for science and an obsession to find clues that lead us to the Why of things ...I'm not afraid of death but the thought of all this good shit coming to an end and THEN going on without me, perhaps leading everyone else to a higher and more enlightened mode of existence...or even failing that, it's the STRUGGLE and the PERSERVERANCE that I want to continue to be a part of.
Anyway, does anyone else get that anxiety when they look mortality in the eye and understand we aren't here for long and we're going to miss out on more magnificent stuff???