And if the death was simply ... the awakening from a long and sound sleep, during which we all wanted to see what appears to us now as our very existence ... we'd still afraid?
I dream every night, usually in a very structured and intense, and when you wake up I feel for some time yet steeped in the events and emotions experienced in conjunction with "characters" of my brackets night. Sometimes the gap is also a bit 'painful, but then slowly returning to what is my normality, in what I perceive as reality.
The definition of life as a dream is nothing new: it said the Maya, said Schopenhauer ... albeit with different implications on the philosophical level. But I believe - without troubling the philosophers - that my initial hypothesis is not very far from the truth. To me, at least, the idea and sounds like. As spiritual beings, in fact, there would be nothing strange if we spent time to time from one size to another, as we do from sleep to wakefulness. Is raising the question ... if so, would we still fear death? Or would it be just a door step to a size that is currently not remember - as we are in the middle of our dream and we obviously real - but in fact we already know very well, as we come back every time we wake up?
Think how much anxiety would be removed from the lives of everyone if we teach that the way things are. Why is it that underlies all our suffering, if not the fear of death? ... Or at least the belief that we have one life - this - and we all play here in these 60-70 years or maybe less. Then we have to defend with tooth and nail, we collide with others, we want to say, to be successful. And diseases, dissatisfaction, failures, regrets and so on, take on unsustainable proportions.
On the contrary, know that we are experiencing one of the many variants, one of the many dreams that our soul has been "invented" to continue its evolutionary path ... it makes it more exciting?
use the word dream only to create the metaphor ... it is clear that this view makes no sense to speak of dreams and reality because at some point you can not determine which is the one to which the other words ... They become the same thing, in 'Infinite Oneness.
I like to think that when I die, that is when it will pass through the door that opens on top size, I'll wake up with a good yawn, stiracchierò ... I think with a little 'lump in my throat and nostalgia of the dream that I left behind, full of all the wonderful people I got close and I loved it ... and then slowly I find myself at ease in what - after a good wash your face - how to acknowledge my house. In the evening I'll be ready for a new dream.
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