What exactly is death?

 

What exactly is death?  

Have you ever died? 

In your poems, that's fine.  

But have you really ever died?  

Have you died and come back? 

No. In your experience? 

No. Or have you?  

Have you ever seen someone who died and came back? 

I've read about it.  

No, no. Have you seen it?  

I haven't seen anyone. No. 

Have you ever seen a dead person?  

Yes. You've seen a dead person? 

I've seen a corpse.  

A corpse, you've seen that. 

Have you seen a dead man? 

No. I don't know how to distinguish between them.  

A corpse is a corpse.  

Have you seen a dead man or a dead woman? 

Figuratively speaking, yes. Don't digress. I'm asking about reality. I'm not asking about poetry.  

In reality, I don't think. 

You haven't seen it.  

So you haven't seen anyone, you haven't met anyone, and you haven't experienced it. 

Then where did you get the idea that you're going to die?  

That's a learned idea.  

Exactly, that's it. 

It's a fiction of the ignorant, created by the ignorant. 

There is no such thing as death.  

There is only life, life, and life, moving from one dimension to another. 

Only when people are ignorant, and their view of life and their perception of life are very limited to the physical nature of existence, do they think about life and death. 

Otherwise, there is only life and life. 

Wonderful, wonderful.