Could dying not be scary?
Maybe…
Because we’ve forgotten the time when we were born.
Actually, disappearing again is natural.
If you cut a planarian in half, which one is the real one?
Couldn’t we also be split into the me from a moment ago and the me a moment from now?
Even when I recall myself from just a few minutes ago, it sometimes feels distant and awkward.
The idea that there is a single, solitary “me” to begin with might be nothing but an illusion.
People who believe in an afterlife may find death less frightening.
We don’t believe, though.
If science and technology advance enormously, maybe we could become immortal.
But the universe won’t last forever either.
You can postpone death,
but someday you will inevitably have to face it at least once.
You, me—both of us.
That moment, for me, is only now.
Right…
Beeeep—
If I show that I’m struggling too, it’ll make you sadder and more scared…
Because not being able to see a friend again is something that inevitably makes you sad.
