The only thing that scares me about death is the thought that I might not see my family and friends and people who are dear to me in the next life (Is there a next life anyway?). Because then, who am I without these people? What is my name? What is the story of my life? Will my life begins with "Girl 205189265721548374568534672354623564125 died of heart attack at the train station on Wednesday, January 5, 2070 at 6:43pm. (Do next life (Is there a next life?) even have months and years and the concept of time?)"?
Would it do good if people die without a name? For a clean slate? For not leaving a life behind?
Would it be much better if this world and this life are just essential parts of a dream we'd wake up from in our "real" lives beyond this dream world?
Would we not feel the horrendous pain of losing someone anymore?
Would we be okay?
Would we be eternal?
The Light Beneath Sleep
Sometimes, underneath deep sleep
is a certain diffused glow,
as, in the rainforest, luminous toadstools
glow green among the leaf litter
and beetles crawl about with winking abdomens.
One night when I followed this glow
I came to an upturned tree
that was a kind of cathedral for glowworms
and the light beat against my face, my chest and my hands.
At the end of the corridor of sleep, a dream stands.
It may be that at the end of the corridor of death
there is the walking slightly uphill
through the green fields;
and then the light underneath sleep
is both in front and behind.
- John Tarrant
