It is the ridiculous notion that Life can only be recognized through its opposite. It is the meaningless attempt to paste time upon Eternity as if form could somehow blot out Timelessness. Death is a senseless exercise undertaken by the human condition to justify its own egocentricity. Death is nothing. Death is the last willful act of an arrogant child determined to get its way, no matter how much pain it inflicts on its self.
Death is the result of the belief in life as physical matter.
It is the consequence of lack in the human mind. Death is the last layer of definition on that which cannot be defined. To the human mind, death is the foundation upon which the human condition has constructed itself. It is the logical conclusion to the unquestioning identification of the human being as a body. It is the one apparent fact, in its entire apparent life, that can be counted on.