Life is first and foremost discontinuous. From this derives our fear and anxiety.
As a person, a mere mind/body, I’m a bundle of memories and habits, fears and desires, obsessions and aversions, likes and dislikes. This is just a temporary arrangement. I am not a carry-on.
So then, how to tell the difference between the true and the false, the real and the unreal? Whatever has a beginning and an end is false. All else is true. From A Course in Miracles: “Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists.”
Everything begins and ends. We’re good with beginnings, not so good with endings.
Each day 400,000 bodies are born while 160,000 bodies are burned or buried.