"Fear begins when you realize you can die. Fear ends when you accept that you will die." Something else I ponder, which helps, is that since life is not well-d

"Fear begins when you realize you can die. Fear ends when you accept that you will die." Something else I ponder, which helps, is that since life is not well-defined, then neither is death. We perceive a difference, but it is fuzzy. We're constantly dying, but also can never really die; as walking, talking sacks of chemicals there is a sense in which we were never really alive in the first place. We sink back into the chaos that birthed us, not as finite isolated beings, but as waves that rise above the ocean for a moment before returning their water for the next wave.