Having had a few brushes with death all of them I found quite peaceful in retrospect when I stepped into their surreal quality. Shocking at first, particularly when I was only a cub, but with time it became more an old friend again and now I understand the metaphors that often come with it in that sense. I am not afraid of it and I have spent time contemplating that if I were to die in the moment, it was at least a death from a life that had done things of value; a good death. Ironically, if anything I only hope for a day to just close my eyes one final time and that be it, to go back to the dreaming world, and something often suggests to me that I will be here quite so long as that to happen, for better and worse alike.