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Weird. After a near-death experience about a year ago, I was fucked up for a little while.
Then, I considered the experience practice. I began to feel kinda okay about it. I certainly don't have a zen-like serenity toward the concept of my non-existence, but I do have a slightly more mature, resigned attitude.
On the other hand, notice that right now I have trouble even typing out the D-word and I feel more comfortable using other language.
It is the most frightening, horrible thing ever.
But then, it's just a loss of consciousness. Ever pass out? Same thing, except you never wake up. But you'll never know you'll never wake up.
Conclusion: It's a huge deal, but also not a big deal at all.
Oh, and the fact that I never grew up with a concept of Hell and I don't fear damnation helps a hell of a lot.
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