It is not to reap you that the Grim Reaper wields his scythe. On your voyage, it will shield you from something.

The terror of the unknown is unparalleled in its destructive power. The limitless potential for terror that exists prior to the removal of the mask is more scary than any horrific face that has been found so far.

Because of our simplistic view of the natural world, we humans are ensnared by the terrible dread of dying. According to our estimation, it is the last uncharted territory, the most massive unknown from which no expedition can ever emerge. So we endure whatever harm we can think of in order to cling to even the most depressing and painful lives.

However, one should not be afraid of death as it is generally known. All the way down to the last spasm of neuronal flashing, we have seen, caused, measured, and documented everything. I didn't see why I should be scared of the nothingness that reason said I might anticipate even as I lay dying.

I had nothing to fear because I would never die while I was alive. There would be no need to be afraid after I died since I would no longer have the capacity to feel anything. I found solace in that idea as I sensed my heart's last frantic fight against the impending doom. A last nagging doubt sprang into my head as I was finally settling down for the night:

What if the real terror isn't death itself? What if it's the other side?