"He who fears death either fears the loss of sensation or a different kind of sensation. But if thou shalt have no sensation, neither wilt thou feel any harm; and if thou shalt acquire another kind of sensation, thou wilt be a different kind of living being and thou wilt not cease to live."
I sometimes think about what my death will be like. Will I have a slow painful death by some infirmity. Or will I have a sudden death at the hands of some failure of my body. I have always said that if I still had faculty of choice I would want to pass by my own hand. Not in cowardice or to escape the pain but merely to spare those around me dealing with a wretched and broken person. I would like to go by choice, to choose the manner and time of my departure so that all things that need to be spoken get spoken and all things that should be finished are finished.