Am I the atoms of which I consist or the specific pattern in which they're are arranged? Both constantly change. Aren't we constantly dying and being born anew? Why should the final death be addressed with any more concern than the innumerable gradual ones that precede it.
I don't really consider myself alive the same way that most people do. We're bits of matter arranged in an anomalous fashion. Pain and fear a mere physical process and they serve specific purposes. While a certain amount of instinctual fear is unavoidable when faced with bodily injury; there is no reason for fear in the anticipation of death or pain.
I see what you're saying, and I feel/have felt similar in some of those sentiments.
Yet frankly, I still hate external physical pain. More so than I love physical pleasure. The *final* death may (or may not) consist of more pain than I have ever encountered, and so I feel great unease and ultimately fear.
I'm far more inclined to kill myself,
by my own means and time, than to leave it to whatever.
The perspective I'm feeling:
When a samurai dies, I do not see the blood nourishing the earth and giving rise to cherry blossoms (As portrayed in Bushido poems). I see a metallic weapon piercing/ripping apart flesh, connections severed, fluids rampant, and extreme pain.
Of course I can appreciate the former, outside of the thread discussion. This is just my position to the thread topic.