Death as a process taken for life is a bondage of the material world, the physical body with its duality of pain and pleasure. Death as an ending of physical bondage is life liberated with its bliss of existence. Therefore there is no death but life either bonded or liberated
The cruelty of death lies in the fact that it brings the real sorrow of the end, but not the end. The greatest cruelty of death: an apparent end causes a real sorrow. Our salvation is death, but not this one.
(Franz Kafka (1883-1924), Prague German Jewish author, novelist. The Fourth Notebook, February 25, 1918. The Blue Octavo Notebooks, ed. Max Brod, trans. by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins. Exact Change, Cambridge, MA (1991). Dearest Father: Stories and Other Writings, trans. by Ernst Kaiser and Eithne Wilkins, New York, Schocken Books (1954).)
For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obsene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.
(Susan Sontag (b. 1933), U.S. essayist. Illness As Metaphor, ch. 7 (1978).)
'One-dimensional time is death. In two dimensions, nothing is supposed to die. Complex time is material time. With complex time, there is an emergent 'life' variable. Life discovers life, death discovers death. Otherwise we are dealing with the first dimension of time: and such a view is not materially complex. For in all of time, life must be immortal, whereas in one increment of time, there is no opportunity to die...Therefore, where life is said to die, we always find 'change'. Change is simply the second dimension of time... Since the first dimension is death, death is not justified. Either there is one dimension, or two, or infinite. The safest view is that time is change of some kind- -it consists of life for the changeless, and when it changes, it cannot be dead.'