As one looked at that dead leaf with all its beauty and colour, maybe one would very deeply comprehend, be aware of, what one's own death must be, not at the very end but at the very beginning. Death isn't some horrific thing, something to be avoided, something to be postponed, but rather something to be with day in and day out. And out of that comes an extraordinary sense of immensity.
- Krishnamurti to Himself
"To philosophize is to learn how to die" - Cicero
"Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short" - Hobbes
"One who no longer is can no longer suffer" - Lucretious
With all this in mind, there is no regret over past struggles and failures, and the sense that "this physical life" is really nothing more than a training for "eternal life" in Spirit. It is not what this life brings me so much as it is what I bring to life, beginning with courage, creative enthusiasm and fullest presence. My primary life purpose, though rooted here and now amidst the beauty of Planet Earth, extends infinitely beyond this individual lifetime...
Only death itself (psychological or actual) provides this clarity of understanding.
Suggested Reading: Living in the Light of Death - Larry Rosenberg
JDZ
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