The Topic Nobody Wants to Talk About...

I’m glad I was raised not to fear death. It’s suffering I fear, helplessness. Death is the end of suffering (for those of us who refuse to acknowledge the devil) and the beginning of the answer to the most mysterious question we face while living. When I ask my mother, “Are you afraid to die?” She says, “No.” After a pause, she adds, “But if Dad is not there waiting for me I’ll be really mad.”