Certain Death

Like a fish that leaps from the ocean into the air and then returns to the ocean, we come out of something into the arc of here and then return to the something. Many of us call the return "death." That's it. The end. We hate and fear death. We try to abolish death. We try to make the fish stay in the air as long as possible. We make death an enemy.

On the contrary (which we are so often), we make the emergence from the something adorable and wonderful. We praise it. We call it birth. We make birth our friend.  We are for birth and against death. We are for emergence and against return.

We do not see that the process is not birth and death. It is birth-and-death. Using less emotionally laden words, it is emergence-and-return. More accurately, it is ocean-and-emergence-and-return-and-ocean. Nothing to get all shook about. 

Why do we get so upset? Attachment. Attachment to being in the air. Attachment to others being in the air. Forgetting that when we were first invited to leap from the ocean, we felt fear. We thought it was certain death.