Life is a series of deaths and rebirths. Death happens to our bodies every minute of every day yet; this process goes unnoticed because we are busy living life. Cells die. Skin dies. But the thought of the ultimate death stops us dead in our tracks. When the day arrives when we leave behind, what the Buddhist religion refers to as our "skin bags," we release ourselves from the physical and go on to the next phase of our soul's journey.
Somewhere in the 19th century the idea that death was something to be feared, that it was something wicked, and something to be looked upon as the absolute end of "who we are," gained popularity. We are not sure why because before that time, the idea and concept of death was a time of rest, a time w...
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