Metamorphosis and death

  What is death? Why are we so scared of it?, Is it the eternal blackness known as the void, or is it perhaps the notion of forever flying around in a celestial sphere with all our family and friends who have passed on....as long as we are deemed appropriate to enter through the gates of course.
    If we want to look at hard science when we discuss death, we can look at the Law of Conservation, energy never truly dies, it only changes form, When I turn the light off in my room, the energy from the light is stopped, however the heat energy is still there, floating around the room, absorbed perhaps in the rooms contents. So, Is death the end, the sum of all totality? The end of our experience on Earth? Are we just food for worms?....or perhaps.....maybe...it's different than we expect.    
    Certain religions and thought patterns are crammed down our throats (not picking on the religious here, just the overly pious) when we were little, taken to church by our parents, (who all had their own sins mind you) who must have felt we needed cleansing too, enter into the big house and come out clean, a new slate, a new week, until of course the next week when you needed more cleaning because it was assumed you were living a dirty life, i never fell for it and to this day remain staunchly anti-religious but deeply spiritual. I guess I can say "thanks for taking me every Sunday to see the bullshit, so I can search for what is real".
    Anyway, assuming we can cleanse our head of all the brainwashing and bullshit, I'm assuming some of you have, some of you are trying, and some just possibly can't because your world would collapse. But imagine the simple fact that energy doesn't truly die, it is only transformed into some other form, assuming we are made of chemical and electrical energy, where do "WE" go when the body is to frail to carry us through life anymore? Perhaps we don't really go anywhere, maybe it is just an endless cycle similar to the seasons or the planets, or even like the butterfly, morphing into something new. the word metamorphosis implies a change, I imagine it as a tightening, a constriction, a coming into the self, then transmutation occurs, a change into something different or maybe just the same form somewhere else in this very large Cosmos.
    We can see across many different cultures, the idea of the soul or Psyche as I like to call it, moving from transition to transition. The halls of Amenti mentioned in the Emerald Tablets and the Amduat in ancient Egypt depict a transfer or a transition, the Tibetans of (you guessed it) Tibet, talk of the Bardo, the period or transition between the bookends of life and death, the journey in between the journey that we must undertake to be born again in some other vessel. Look to the cultures of the world and read their ideas to form your own thoughts on death. Death is such an underestimated stumbling block in our life, it is hidden from us for the most part, families don't clean the body of the departed, funerals are rarely held, if ever, in family homes, the town bell does not toll for the departed, death is removed from us, hidden, do they think they are protecting us from this change that we all must face. Death, I believe is not what we think it is. More importantly, what do you think?

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