Death is a universal experience. No matter what your culture, your religion, your race, or your country of origin, we will all die. Fearing death is natural and results from a fear of the unknown.

There are no experts on death, for there is nothing to know about it. We are all equals in thinking about death, and we all begin and end thinking about it from a position of ignorance.

Death and its concept are absolutely empty. No picture comes to mind. The concept of death has a use for the living, while death itself has no use for anything.

The concept of death is unlike most other concepts. Usually we have an object and the concept of that object. However, the concept of death is absolutely without any object whatsoever.

Thinking about the prospect of one’s own death is a constant meditation upon our own ignorance. There is no method for getting to know death better, because death cannot be known at all.

All we can say about death is that it is either real or it is not real. If it is real, then the end of one’s life is a simple termination.

If it is not real, then the end of one’s embodied life is not true death, but a portal to another life.

For those who think death is real, death is a blank wall. For those who think it is not real, death is a door to another life.

The unavoidable conclusion is that, if death is real, neither I nor you will ever personally taste death. I will cease to be conscious before the end.

No matter how close I come to it, death recedes before me. I am actually dead only for others.