The other end
The crux of the matter, the root of the problem, if I can be allowed to mix clichés, is that we have a problem with death.
Death is something we don’t like talking about. We don’t even like thinking about. The fact that we are going to die, that our loved ones are going to die, is an anathema to everything we think and feel. It destroys the egocentric way we view the universe and makes it all pointless. How could the universe exist without us? Surely all this is here for a reason?
We see order in the universe and mistake it for a planned design. Death upsets that plan.
Death is disturbing. It seems contrary to order and negates purpose.
Our own death indicates that the universe really doesn’t care about us or need us. It carries on regardless. That seems illogical to us so we have invented…
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