Everywhere, there are messages of fear — the flu is coming, the terrorists are coming, the glaciers are melting, everything is polluted, we can’t live here much longer. And then there are the messages of salvation — lives are “saved” by some medical procedure, by rescue from some disaster, by a miracle, by a friend. Much of the doomsday warnings are about whether you will succumb to one disease or disaster or another and die too soon, about whether the human race will survive.
Truth is, no one’s life is “saved.” It is only prolonged. The end, however far off, is assured for all of us. But somehow, in our society, we’ve come to hold this subliminal thought that dying is a mistake, it shouldn’t happen, and when it happens too soon, it’s someone’s fault.