Something I think about sometimes is that death is the only thing that we all share, the only thing every organic entity has ever done and will do; indeed, not

Something I think about sometimes is that death is the only thing that we all share, the only thing every organic entity has ever done and will do; indeed, not all of us are even born, not all of us even make it out of the womb, but all of us, every one, dies. It seems to me that the death state is actually the natural state—life is the outlier, the extreme, unnatural state. Death is home.