ABSTRACT
There will be no holding back on these pages. Death cannot be avoided, even if you close this book. Those of us who attend to time, who daily anticipate the trauma of mortality, can be a lonely lot. I include myself in this secluded place, for there is no one in this world who has lived to tell the story of death. No one to tell me what it is like. Death is not at the end, death is here in every never, in every brief moment of pleasure that must end, in every loving relationship that only feels eternal. Why do we shy away and recoil from death’s awareness? Why do I seek to uncover and declaw death?
