Death

Hello,

Why do we fear death? What is it about death that scares us, what's so unpleasant about something that is as natural as grass growing? Is it the fear of the unknown? Is it because we fear that maybe, just MAYBE there isn't an afterlife or "heaven", thus proving there is no god and that we will all just be another statistic that will rot beneath the earth, forever erased from memory and forgotten for all eternity, thus also proving that the universe is nothing more than an endless, uncaring abyss and that we as Humans aren't as special as we claim to be? Or is it because we feel that there is so MUCH we can do for the world, and that death leaves us with the feeling that we might not be able to truly make the most of this world and harvest its fruits? Or maybe it's because we can die at any moment, with little to NO warning whatsoever? Or maybe we fear death because death doesn't discriminate between the good or evil, the weak or the strong, that we are ALL equal in his eyes?

I think about this sort of thing almost on a regular basis, as depressing as that sounds. I began thinking about it again when I read Plato, The Apology when he examined Meletus. Who knows, maybe I'm just over-thinking about it.

PS-I commented on both Rebekah's and Jeremy Crews' posts. I felt like being an over-achiever.