Without death life would devolve itself into a corrupt stasis by which all further life would be oppressed and made dysfunctional by the precedence of whatever

Without death life would devolve itself into a corrupt stasis by which all further life would be oppressed and made dysfunctional by the precedence of whatever had come before. Unable to evolve, unable to renew, unable to respond dynamically. I know, everyone wants to live forever. Forever frapachinos, forever daily grind, forever wishing we had more time for the things we don't already make time for. Only forever, so we can put things off and deal with the immediacies of endless right nows. Death is the other book end, balancing the shelf of life. It reminds us everything comes to a conclusion and the real contents are what comes in between. Death demands that every generation reinvents itself, requiring us to relearn all that we will carry forth that we may call the actuality of ourselves. To avoid contemplating death is to avoid acknowledging the possibilities of life.