You think about death and you become disturbed by small things: a headache, an ant crawling on your body. You become distracted by such small things, small discomforts — and you talk about death. Maybe you don’t know what death is; maybe you have only heard the name. And you have seen people dying, but you yourself have never seen death. In fact, when a person dies you see him Lying in repose — silent, relaxed, with no discomfort. You think death is not a discomfort? You are seeing only a dead person; you have not seen his inner misery, you have not seen his inner conflict. You have not seen his inner struggle with death. You have not seen his inner anguish and turmoil. You just see the dead body — painted, dressed well, washed, cleaned.
