What does one do when he comes to the realization that the “I” will soon cease to exist? I have seen and spoken with people at that point, but of course it is impossible to know what they are thinking. Perhaps they are acting brave in order to save face, or they are still, from a lifetime of conditioning, attempting to comfort others while they are the ones who need the comforting. Perhaps they get comfort in being able to give it.
We all know that the end is inevitable; however, even those with the strongest faith still try to postpone it. To truly live without fear of that moment would be enviable but not particularly wise.
I don’t know that it necessarily comes down to faith though. My grandmother was an atheist, and when she realized that the time had come she was simply done. There was no fight, but also no resignation; only peace. The Catholic schoolgirl in her might have returned in the final days, but there was no hint of it.
This has been on my mind a lot lately.