Some people struggle throughout their whole lives to transform themselves, all while they unknowingly strain to avoid the ultimate transformation---death.
That is what death is. I do not know why, but a collection of matter cannot be in existance as the same collection of matter. Then, when it has been too long, and the body can no longer function properly, one "dies". But matter doesn't go away...it's just transformed.
True, we are not ourselves anymore...but universally speaking, the world isn't ending. A body of the world is being transformed.
The universe's very first stars died as supernovas, radiating a new type of matter that would eventually become our home planet.
The dead carcass of a dear fertilizes the forest floor, sustaining it's tall and shady trees.
It sounds scary. We would rather just be ourselves with our brains, our hands, hearts, thoughts, feelings. But if you think about, not even we can fully claim ourselves. We also have some of the same matter of our most distant ancestors, and so are ancestors will ours.
And this is just speaking in terms of sensory items.
Our legacies and what we do leave behind could in fact, not "die."
I'm not saying that death isn't scary. Anything so grand and looming over everyone's head can be daunting. But it is also perfectly natural and necessary for the continuation of this world.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMHtimeHX8k
A bit unrelated, but it makes death seem more how I've pictured it.
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