pink_trike wrote:We fear death because we cherish our madness. Death challenges every single false concept and narrative that we use to prop our "self" up with. It makes a mockery of this hall of mirrors we call "I'. If we were to get out of our own way...then no death or fear of it, but we prefer the comfort of our madness over the liberating uncertainty of reality.
" We " prefer the comfort of our madness ? ? ?