Reflection on death

 Paul Tillich contemplates the fear of death from death. The fear of death reflects not only the consciousness of our fineness but also the consciousness of our infinity. The consciousness that we are destined for eternity and that we have lost eternity. We are not slaves of fear because we have to die, but because we deserve to die. Salvation means to pardon; it means continuing life no matter what we have done or not done in life. But where to get the certainty that there is something after death? How to gain courage, live life to the fullest with the knowledge that we walk to end every second. Mother Teresa, who became synonymous with selflessness and humility, experienced a period of terrible darkness. That dark time lasted fifty years. Benedict XVI said that she suffered from God’s silence despite her Christian love and the power of her faith. Mother Teresa reminds honest atheists that it would be enough for them to take a step to get on the same level as the mystics. Mother Teresa was not the only one; such conditions were experienced by St. John of the Cross, Theresa of Jesus, Theresa of Avila. In Lincoln Barnett’s book: The Universe and Dr. Einstein, we find Einstein’s formulations. The most profound and most sublime feeling we are ever capable of is a mystical experience. Only from it is real science born. He who does not know this feeling, whoever cannot admire, is mentally dead. Therefore, the knowledge that there really is what cannot be explored and manifests itself as the truth and radiant beauty of things that we can only have a vague idea of ​​is the core of every true religion. My religion consists of a real reverence for the infinite spiritual being of the higher essence, which we can know by our weak and insufficient senses. This deeply felt belief in the existence of a thinking power that manifests itself in the unexplored universe forms the content of my idea of ​​God. We can describe the external signs that are associated with the dead. They reflect man and culture. The rest is a secret in which there are doubt and hope. This is where it all begins.