I’m afraid of death only when I’m touched by beauty.
On the other hand, when touched by beauty, no one cares about death.
I don’t feel that death itself means disappearance; rather transformation of the level of being – a being that could be composed by the Body, the Soul-Psyche and Spirit-Mind, references to the Earth, the Moon and the Sun (Plutarch).
A breath of wind leads the Spirit-Mind to the Moon, where it evolves and acquires Soul; the same breath of wind takes the Spirit back down to Earth, where it is incarnated. Ultimately the immaterial world acquires matter, Body. So the life of man on earth begins triune like the world that is made of the Sky, the Earth and the Underworld (Hesiodus). According to the Egyptian tradition too, the course of life is made of three hypostases; the same course can also be epitomized in Hengels’s dialectical system according to which: Life = Thesis, Death = Antithesis, Absolute Being – Eternity = Synthesis.
The pulses of these three beings from the rhythm of life, be it the World or be it the Man, as an image of the World.
According to Plutarch, Man experiences two deaths, the first one takes place on earth when the body separates from the whole soul-spirit, and turns into the earth and the second takes place on the moon, when the soul is separated from the spirit and infused in the hypostasis of the moon. So conscience of death means, ultimately, conscience of the spiritual being of man.
Death equals to the return to the original source, the Light, the Sun.
Earth Man is transformed back into a breath of air.
Ancient Greeks believed that the dead are Air.