All beings, including you and me, are heading straight down the highway of death. When I sit with a dying person or men in max in the local penitentiary, if one thought of outcome rears its head, I kill the truth of the moment. Death is just death. Each being does it his or her way. In the view of the radical optimist, there is no good death, no bad death.
Death is, that is all.
I watch a thought of outcome arise and let it go with a breath. Another way of saying this is that the radical optimist is not undertaking an investment plan. Rather he or she is involved in a plan free of design. Bearing witness in Auschwitz or on the streets of the Bowery is just bearing witness. Since we are already Buddhas, happy and suffering Buddhas, wise and confused Buddhas, we are already Buddha.