As long as you do not know how to die and come to life again, you are but a sorry traveler on this dark earth. - Alan Watts

The structure of your organism, of your senses and nerves, endows the world with all its sensible and measurable properties — for rocks cannot seem to be hard except in relation to soft skin.

[T]he anxiety-laden problem of what will happen to me when I die is, after all, like asking what happens to my fist when I open my hand, or where my lap goes when I stand up.

If, then, my awareness of the past and future makes me less aware of the present, I must begin to wonder whether I am actually living in the real world.