I agree and disagree with John Martin Fischer when he says death can be a bad thing for the one who dies.
Could it possibly be our quest for immortality, that we end up doing what we do: build monuments, make cars, watches, sculptures & artwork; build brands, play cricket, make movies, music, websites and what not! Or is it that our lives are a part of this other ecosystem that plays endlessly in our gardens remaining quite indifferent to such concepts of man?
Perhaps, we’re different and wish to create stuff that outlive ourselves. The Bougainville outside certainly displays no such ambition! So is it ‘thought’ that makes us different from the rest of our ecosystem? Is death thus a bad thing for all us humans and humans alone? I don’t know about you, but when I look outside of myself, I discover the sheer absence of such fragile and finite concepts of time. Especially out there: in the gardens, the parks, the forests, the lawns; in the flora and fauna that surrounds me, life seems to be living in gay abandon.