Life literally depends on the prevention of human death. The entire process of human reproduction is a workaround for the problem of death and attempts to prevent the everlasting effect of total human death. If you think that human death is just fine then you neither understand life or health.

What nonsense. You are born, you grow, you become an adult, you age, you get sick and then you die. What do you think the birth of a human being heralds other than his certain death? What should people die of, other than disease (ergo, a natural death) and a finite lifespan? Health until the end of life, and then, snap, just like that, man dies? What is he supposed to die of when he has grown old and frail, but of his very infirmities?

I do not share this view in the least that death is a "problem to be circumvented". My problem is the view that death shall be a problem.

All life comes into being through birth, lasts for a while and ends with death; this applies to earthly life and it applies to the stars of the cosmos, something comes into being and passes away again. Do you see this cycle, which can be observed everywhere, as a problem?

To me that's spinning, "preventing the everlasting effect of total human death." As if there were some final solution.

Yes, human death is not only perfectly in order, precisely and for the very reason that it mirrors both the earthly and cosmic order. How can you not see that?

Goodness gracious. When someone gets sick, you take care of them. You don't fuss about it and you give them food and drink and whatever else they need. You probably also have to endure their grumpiness and self pity, given by them feeling weak.

You talk to the old people and listen to where they are hurting everywhere and that they are happy when they can finally die soon. You mourn them and others where they may have died earlier than expected, and you pay your last respects to them and their relatives.

The best thing that can happen to you is to accompany someone when they die and not feel sorry for yourself like the last lousy dog because it is supposedly so unacceptable to witness illness or dying. You learn that this is a love affair between the dying and yourself.

I understand that you are afraid of death. I am and would rather not. So I like to accept it as order and not fight against it.