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- Embed this noticeThe way I think about my own dying and death has changed over the decades. From musings soaked in fantasies, images, longings, stories of heroism and sacrifice, to a far more mundane and matter-of-fact estimate of what I may have to confront and go through in the moments of dying. In thinking about this topic, or by thinking with the help of this topic, I learn more and more what terrors.(but also what joys) I made my life eschew until a large part of my "how-it-feels-to-be-myself" (the tò tí ên eînai, so to speak) became to consist in this how the stasis feels that results from the eschewing. A large factor that helps in this clarity is the vanishing of hope. Or rather: the becoming unimportant of hope. As this conduit of imagery dries up, clarity arises from some other.
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