There are so few things left in life that are a mystery. Thanks to science and modern technology, most of our world and our selves has been plumbed and prodded, evaluated and explored. Even the few things that are left to us that are enigmatic are being excavated for scientific purposes. We now know that even love is not love—some mystical, unfathomable thing—but a firing of synapses in the brain, a chemical reaction as commonplace as sodium and chlorine combining to make salt, electrons changing energy and giving off light, and oxygen holding tight to itself.  

Death, however, is still ours to wrestle with. We alone get the privilege and burden of contemplating what happens when we die: where we go, what we feel, what, if anything, is beyond our limited experiences. 


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