In the end, death makes us all the same.
At this point in time, under the given conventions of our development, death is a good thing.
I realize we are still limited as a species, as minds, and in spite of having the capacity for higher intelligence, we are still primitive, and most of us are fools and bastards. It would be impossible to endure the routine of it all indefinitely…. death is necessary. Maybe like so many other things? But not everything. The universe strives for perfection but many errors occur. Like, why do we need wisdom teeth? Rudiments happen…
I’m ready to die at any moment so I’m not afraid of losing anything.
The realization of mortality makes life better. Life is like a video game, no matter what bad things happen, I am ready to play, and ready to turn it off in a very extreme case, that’s easy, in any case it has an end. Realizing the finality of my existence helps me appreciate time.
It’s all a flux, an endless filtering…