Death is simply a transition from consciousness to non consciousness no more no less
And yet is feared so much as if it has any real power when it has precisely none. It is
irrational to fear that which can not make you afraid so what makes death so potent
is not itself but thinking about it. And if you can overcome your fear of it you will be
as free as you can be while still being alive. And when you eventually do die you will
be as free as can be. And freer than you have ever been or could even imagine to be
You can only be free ‘to do something’. After you die, you will be neither free nor unfree… there will be no ‘you’ … no ‘you’ which could do something.
You will not only be free from all pain and suffering but for all of eternity also
So how is it actually possible to be any freer than that ? It is not possible at all
You will not feel pain and suffering because there is no you. But that is not freedom.
You are projecting concepts that only apply to a living person, onto the dead.
Guys, there is no ‘You’, at this moment, as well. You just think there is. Therefore you never die. …Seriously!
I must be doing something right because I have never been as free in all my life
since I made my peace with death and so now it can take me any time it wants
But if you think I can be more free while still being alive I would love to hear it
Who just thinks there is?
perhaps it can also be a transition from one form of consciousness to another.
You think that you are free because you are not constrained by fear of death.
Children are also not afraid of death and they must constantly be protected so that they do not accidentally kill themselves.
There are good reasons to fear death.
Not you. 
Are you saying I am just a brain in a vat and consciousness is an illusion ?
So how do you actually know this if you are just a brain in a vat as well ?
And if you are not just a brain in a vat how do you really know this now ?
For is it actually possible for one not being able to know the difference ?
how do you know that you are; or have; an actual brain? What if all of life is illusion so grand as to trick you into thinking you’re a living, breathing creature, meanwhile you’re actually just an immaterial idea or concept attached to the illusion of having or being a brain?
The knowledge of the difference , is at first necessary. But this necessity, is only based on instinct, a phenomenology. The difference that succeeds this necessity, looses track of the original identity, it looses ‘It’s self in that sense’. Anthropomorphism sets in , a gross projection of the unknown to recover from this loss. (From paradise)
Now, that such identification has been analyzed as an introjection, (the mass abandonment and escape from the self), the great motive has been lost, and reason it’s self lost it’s meaning, as only a subterfuge, a reinforcement to buttress the symbols of past glories. The architecture of the aesthetic underlying this belief, has given way to the immense pressures on it. The European soul, is most abject to this pressure, the European deconstruction the most painful, as the cradle has rocked, and the baby may fall. It is that identity, which may die, not only as a metaphor, but of Real danger. The connection between the sonnets and their venue is of real danger of total disintegration, and the fear of ‘real death’ , may not be overcome at this point.
Ah, but what is difference and how would multiple people come to accept the defined differences and none other? Perhaps there is no illusion and it is all reality AND still illusion and all reality. Or it could be surreality-tinged reality with brushes of ironic sarcasm, or some other combination.
Death is a well-versed topic. I wonder, have you ever tried talking to the entity ‘Death’?
Now, the question becomes; since I used such short sentences as opposed to staggering epic tl;dr’s as I’m used to and known for, am I just trolling you or am I asking you legitimate questions? Perhaps I’m doing both since trolling tends to suggest that I’m attempting to solicit a response, which I am. This game of multi-faceted thinking is fun. I like to call it ‘quietly-go-insane’. It’s rather fun for all ages.
The evil genius can deceive, but such deception is clearly not self imposed. It is but an illusive trick, and
A determined necessity. Can determination and the trick of attaining a freedom reduce to a synthesized level? Because, clearly that level is a new thesis, and it goes on, eternally, absurdly reductive. But it is really no illusion, since the reductive limit is , after all, a vanishing point, which neither vanishes, or is a point, because the real limit is in the stage, where, further reduction is not perceivable, any longer. That is the most founded entail illusion.
The brain in the vat stops to be able to recognize it’s self as it’s own cause, as differing from it not being so. This de-differentiation , reductively synthesizing
States of mind, with more entropic and available data,never can reclaim it’s self in perpetual re-creation, simply because, by the time it reaches it’s rock bottom, this side of the totally absurd, it is no longer it’s self, it is not a self at all.
At this point, all its energy is converted into a proto-type, an ideal representation, immortal, visible re-interpretation of it’s lost anthropomorphic aesthetic paradigmn, to build a new faith, a new religion of belief.
How do we know anything at all ? We either stop thinking or start from first principles. Now stopping thinking
is actually rather hard to do so we have little choice but to start from first principles then proceed from there
Surrealism could be such a trick to differentiate the real and the illusive, to sow reality upon a new awakening, but here too, slides in the absurd notion of the dream within a dream, in fact how do you know that you actually awoke, and not coming to realize another dream? This would be the point of the absolute doubt, of the evil genius, from whose grips it may be a mistake to awaken.
Stopping thinking is part of the genetic code I suspect, and we will recycle to that mode, we need to be lobotomies if any species is to survive. Seems as if nature will do it by necessity of first principles
It’s not scary at all, it will be a very long sleep, admittedly, but in essence, seem like an instant. Except the dreams occasionally, disturbing the sleep, but those dreams are but other realities, along the way. They are dis-attached, and only at very severe times haphazardly connected to form pockets of senses of awaken-ness, but with varying brevity, we again awake, and we come to some form of notion of who we were.