"Dont let go off my hands" I trembled to feel the warmth of my mom's hands wrapping mine. Yet, I felt the numbness take over- and as the unconsciousness took over my body slowly like a poison- i knew- i was dying. Tears streamed my eyes- and the protected feeling I used to get being around my folks did not seem to be working at this time ... Why is it that death scares us so much? Especially the puraan they read for 13 days when someone dies in the house gave my horrors as a teenager. Today, I happened to read a monologue on Death, and it gives a more positive image of it- What do you guys think? "You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour. "