Fear of Dying

At a much more mundane level, is it not the fantasy of modern man – and woman – to defy time? Puritan diets, punitive exercise regimes, hair transplants, plastic surgery, cryogenics? An embargo on serious conversation about the fact that we are all born to die – quite soon? And that the meaning of life lies in its quality, not its quantity? Time and death are, it seems, our constant sources of anxiety and fear. (Iain McGilchrist, The Matter With Things)

Death is among us. To see it always and only as a negative subject is to lose sight of its power to enhance every moment. (bell hooks, All About Love)

… in recent years, and particularly since moving into feminine expression, i have become less afraid of death… even as i move closer to it…

… i am less worried about what lurks behind every anomolas change in my body…

… not really freaked out at all…

… can i attribute this, at least in part, to the completeness i am finding as i let my feminine blossom?…

… i think so…