I proclaim my aspiration to die! Dying is wonderful and something to look forward to. Attaching to material pleasures is cheap and fleeting. As they happen, they should be appreciated and enjoyed, but attaching to them is crass. Dying is primo.

Dying is not an end. Mystics have been proclaiming this since the beginning of spirituality. It's transformation, analagous to the cycle of seasons, to the cycle of water. Caterpillar-coccoon-butterfly. The physical body recycles, but that's not important. Molecules deteriorate, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We return to the earth, the physical universe, and the molecules are recycled and reused, but that's not what's important.

Our spirit, our consciousness, the primordial energy that rises and forms who we think we are, subsides back into the primordial form, but retains imprints that continue in a different being that rises and forms. That's what I believe in, that's what I think is important.

Being here is important, too. It's important to cultivate wisdom, an understanding of existence and its mechanics. Or not. It's perfectly fine to just live life, which may be cultivating experience of existence. Subliminal. Experience of existence is necessary for an understanding of existence. It's important to treat other people right.

But it gets to a point where death is part of existence, and that needs to be incorporated in the experience and understanding. Otherwise it's just going round and round in nature's cycle.