This is perhaps the shortest question I’ve been asked, but I will probably give it one of my longest answers, because it’s a question with which every sane person wrestles. So I will be thoughtful and very candid with my answer.
The quick response is “Yes, I am fearful,” and “No, I’m not.” I am not afraid of dying, but I am afraid of the process of dying (as I have noted that a number of atheists have also said).
On December 5, 2009, I turned 60 years old. That’s more than six decades of life. When I turned 20, I was shocked. It took me by surprise. I loved being a carefree teenager, and it was suddenly gone. When I turned 40, I was quietly horrified. People who were 40 were “middle-aged.” They were balding, potbellied, and it seemed to me that they were past the exciting adventure of life. But when I turned 60, I was quietly philosophical. I’d had time to give this one much deep thought.Read More