We are all going to die. That is a fact. And, even if you have particular religious beliefs, you would have to admit that there is at least a good chance we are not coming back or going somewhere after that. So my question is, how is it that we live our lives in such a state of denial of this incredibly sure fact, death? How, maybe what is the mechanism that allows us to think, believe, act and love in a way that leaves out this missing ingredient? Sure there are moments that it really strikes us, perhaps when a parent dies, or when you reach a certain age, or when a tremendous news event happens, but that knowledge acts like a drop of oil in water. It just floats there, not integrating. And yes there are larger beliefs that one might have that seem to address this fact, but they somehow feel like abstractions when compared to our deepest motivations. Would you have done anything you did today, if you knew you were going to die tomorrow? How does knowing you are going to die eventually rather than tomorrow change that dynamic? It is a big mystery to me that particularly in the West, the biggest fact of all somehow has disappeared from daily consciousness, like an elephant that some magician threw a sheet over to make vanish. As much as I have thought about it, I am mystified by the degree to which death as a fact seems not to be included in our daily awareness. I am amazed how difficult it is to make it the central thought even. How resistant it is. I’m not sure that this is a philosophical question, or maybe it is the philosophical question, but any thoughts on this would be welcome.
Dunamis