The Meaning of Death

The endless battle for the relief from pain in a terminal illness is a war we are doomed to lose, the question is at what point do we give up the battle? Is tomorrow the day? Will one more pill or one more beam off radiation do the trick? How do you decide? When is enough, enough? I wish I knew, when to give up and cry Uncle and embrace oblivion.

It is said that people who have experience death for a short time and come back no longer fear death, the tunnel of light and the euphoric feeling of ascension to a higher plane is welcoming and fear dissipating, the question is, is this “real”? Can we be sure that all this euphoria is not just the brains final chemical rush before the final extinction?

What happens to an ant when you step on it? dose it see a tunnel of light? and is the cosmic mother ant waiting to great him on a higher plane of existence? Or is it instant oblivion and darkness? And what is the biological difference between the ant and us,  are we both not mobile living thinking beings?