Watched National Georgraphic’s “Moment of Death” and did not find the profundity I sought. Let’s rehash the old 21 grams and white tunnel legends and NOT actually offer any new insight into their origin or possible explanation!
Maybe the point is there IS no profundity to be found in death. No swelling music, no grand finale – just an interruption of living.
So, then burial rites are how survivors give death more meaning. I kind of get it.
Or maybe that's the point: I don't get death. What evolutionary purpose would that serve anyway? My biological purpose is to procreate as much as I can, and for that I need to stay alive - hence fear and aversion to death. Right? Right?...
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