/lit/ - Literature

"The immensity of death"? What makes it "immense"? Why do you not want to fear it? If you want to live, then how could you not fear it? If you don't have dreams and plans, then how could death be anything at all? Without a future there's little to lose.

What is it that dies when you die? Do the components of your body disappear? I don't think so. Nature has no excesses nor deficiencies, knows no mandates. There's no mold for you to break nor conform. There's no path to stray from nor follow. There's only going. There's no goer or gone. There's only a pattern that will end on a date, and then others will arise, until the music ends; but if you understand it is a song, then you'll see it ends as much as it starts.

Do you see my point? You might not, but without revealing your neuroses any more you're asking us to read your mind.

Try going one day without worrying, it might be more helpful than any book.