We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest
One of the most redeeming features
Of the fear of death
Is that it can only be felt
While you are alive
Hence, its accompanying anguish
Time-limited to that infinitesimal
Quantity of a human lifetime.
It makes one wonder, though, why nobody
Has, yet, to rephrase the old dictum:
In the vast realm of non-existence
It is fear—not death—
That shall have no dominion.