Strange as it may sound to modern ears, the contemplation of ones own death is among the most time-honored approaches to personal transformation. In our day of runaway narcism it is a practice we would do well to revive. What would happen if you were to die today? If I were to die today? One of the most sobering insights from such a meditation is the realization that life would continue right on without us - and quite well for that matter. The sun would come up the next day. People would go about their normal duties. Nothing of substance would be changed.
This is a hard reality for us who carry the illusion that the world revolves around our decisions. How could anything of importance happen without us there? How dare anything of importance happen without us there! You see, we are a little like the fly on the chariot wheel in Aseop’s Fables, who looked back and declared, “My, what a dust storm I’m causing!”.