I am not afraid of death nor of dying
I do not consider it where I’m concerned
I just accept that it will arrive in its own due time
Death, supposedly the most terrifying ill, is nothing to me
When you are alive, it doesn’t exist,
for it is not here, has not occurred,
is neither tangible nor foreseeable
When it arrives, it is nothing – it merely implies I don’t exist
The living have it and the dead know nothing of it
It is no more a swing door between being and ceasing to be
It is not an event as part of life
It is an entity of its own
So long as I lived it was non existent
