I’ll never understand this. I’m terrified of death.
Why? As long as I don’t die from being buried alive, I’m cool with death.
I like consciousness, and I don’t like uncertainty.
I enjoy familiarity quite a bit, but I consciousness kind of pains me. I can’t imagine being frightened by death. Even when I was as young as four or five I was really excited by it and fascinated with death in a bizarre way. I hate it when most other people die, but I’ve never been disturbed by or concerned with the death of myself.