I was dead once. No, there was no bright light. No pearly gates. No exquisite pleasure or eternal suffering. No heaven or hell. There was only unknowing blackness. No pain, no pleasure, no awareness. It was simply dark and I neither was aware of it nor did I care about it. I knew nothing. I felt nothing and I was not afraid. Nor do I fear death now. Oh yes, I want to live. I want to live a long, healthy and happy life. I love life and I love living it, but when my time comes I won’t be afraid. Yes, I’ll be sad because I’ll be leaving all of my friends and family and everything I know and love, but I won’t be afraid. Because I’ve been dead before and I know what to expect. You have to. Each and every one of us has. For what is death than a lack of life. We were all dead for billions of years before we were born and we will return there again one day, hopefully in the very distant future. Some may say, ”If there is nothing after we die then what’s the point of anything?”. The thought of eternal blackness and unawareness may seem frightening or even depressing to some. The thought of an eternal life is frightening to me because it would go on forever and ever and ever and ever, never ending. Everything has to have an end. That is the point. Accomplish what you can, enjoy what you can, experience what you can before it’s gone. When you realize that you’ve experienced death before and it didn’t really matter one way or the other, it isn’t so scary. And it makes this life, the one and only life we will ever have so much more precious and enjoyable.