What we really fear about life after death is not only that the dead people don't ever go away, it is the fact that they remain in the same state we last remember them, that they remain youthful and constant while we age and ail and rot--and, worse, that they are a lot better off than we are, leaving us far behind in the game.
We fear the memory of dead wives and husbands and children, and the most upsetting thing about it to us is that it throws our sense of time out of sequence.
What we truly fear, therefore, is the past vis-a-vis the specters of our changing selves.
And so, we fear ourselves, because we fear change, and there are no two ways about it.
Jalan-Jalan with Jerwin in Singapore
Photo by Jerwin Allen Malabanan
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