Fear of death is rooted in the belief that we are merely mortal.
If I am full of fear, I do not know myself. Not knowing myself, I become identified with my body, focussed on how to protect it, pleasure it and prolong its existence. So deep is my ignorance that I don’t even know I’m afraid.
I am not the body. I have a body.
I am not sick. There is sickness in the body.
Am I identified with the body? I will be anxious and depressed.
The body is an unreliable bit of business. It breaks down, falls apart. Sooner or later, we scrap it.
Therefore: “Take no thought for the body.”
Fear says, “Save yourself for later.”
Which is fine except there is no ‘later.’
Now is all. Fear exists to make that plain.