It occurred to me recently in one of those momentary flashes of enlightenment - or possible enlightenment - that everything we believe to be real may in fact just be an illusion, perhaps fragments of imagined scenes dreamt by ourselves or even another.
If that is the case then we may not die, our loved ones may still be alive in some form, anxiety need not influence our every decision.
These fleeting thoughts often come just prior to sleep which implies that they are formed at the edge of consciousness. I think it's probably an illuminating place to be but alas somewhere most of us cannot reach very easily in our waking life. The brilliant playwright Tony Kushner described such a state of being as the 'threshold of revelation' in his play (later film) Angels in America.
If you haven't seen the film then it's well worth six hours of your time....
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