Necrophilia

Why are humans afraid of death? Perhaps it is an evolutionary mechanism so that we can live long enough to reproduce and further our species, but even that seems like a very human and positivist response (although here too, death and love are interdependent). Perhaps it is the vertigo of realizing that eventually, any sense of identity we cling to will be erased forever. (Whoever said we have the right to an identity?) Why do we fear death! Perhaps no one knows, but the point is that we do fear it. We can do many things to prolong life; eating well, exercise, medicine, wearing seatbelts, etc. but the truth of the matter is that all living things must die. That is how we know we are living; awareness of death. Fear of death is fear of life. We understand very little about either or these two interconnected phenomena. When we try to have life without death, we effectively eliminate both and are not quite living, not quite dead. We love this state because it allows us to forget about death, if at the cost of resignation from life. Modern life is consumed with this obsession with death - this necrophilia. Our lives fall in to orderly, planned out, almost mechanical routines while real, rich and violent life always seems to exist someplace else and we are spared its threats, mainly death, as if such a thing we possible. We prefer to superficially transcend into an abyss of forgetfulness. Little do we know, this comfortable and quiet life is death. Or perhaps we do know, if subconsciously. Either way, we love it. We love death.