Sunday Zen

crashinglybeautiful:

I would like to read some thoughts which I believe are true:

There is no death. Life cannot die.

The coating uses up, the form disintegrates, but life is—is always there—even if for us it is the unknown.

We cannot know life. It would be pretense to say that we know what life is—what death is.

Some wise men have said that we can know life only after we know death. In any case, death is the end—the end of everything known. And because we cling to the known, the unknown is a fearful thing—for us. So we fear death—but we don’t know what it is, really.