The most powerful thing we have in common as humans is we live and we die. But what connects us into humanity can also shatter us individually. Death anxiety is the price to pay for self-awareness.
The highly original psychotherapist Irvin Yalom (b. 1931) addresses this cost in his empathetic and considerate book Staring at the Sun: Overcoming the Dread of Death.
Each person fears death in his or her own way. For some people, death anxiety is the background music of life, and any activity evokes the thought that a particular moment will never come again. Even an old movie feels poignant to those who cannot stop thinking that all the actors are now only dust.
Unlike many who try to intellectualize death as a way to deal with its unbearable emotions (Joan Didion and C. S. Lewis come to mind), Yalom carries us through gently, patiently, allowing for pause and feeling. He discusses what he calls “awakenings”, moments of self-awareness when we realize that we are.
How do you move out of the mode of everydayness into the more change – conducive mode? Not from simply wishing it or bearing down and gritting your teeth. Instead, it usually takes an urgent or irreversible experience to awaken a person and jerk him or her out of the everyday mode into the ontological ones. This is what I call the awakening experience.
Once we realize that we are, we realize that we might not be. As Yalom explains, death is everything and it is nothing. The nothingness of death, the question of where we exist when we die, will never be answered by conscious minds.
Forging connections while alive, the deeply human connections is the only real antidote to our fear of non-existence (rather than precious things we keep around us and imbue with sentiment). Human connection is more than one of passing or proximity, it is being deeply present for another human being in need.
One can offer no greater service to someone facing death (and from this point on I speak either of those suffering from a fatal illness or physically healthy individuals experiencing death terror) that to offer him or her in your sheer presence.
The strong presence (my own look at What is Presence?) and generous openness that Yalom describes reminds me of the memoir of nurse Christie Watson who wrote kindness was sometimes just being next to someone and not leaving.
Yalom wrote this book at age seventy-five, and naturally, he addresses his own death anxiety. For him, the pain of his wife without him was what he feared the most. Yalom believes that death is nothing we experience and therefore it is nothing to us. But to those who love us, our death is everything.
There won’t be any me there to feel terror, sadness, grief, deprivation. My consciousness will be extinguished, the switch flicked off. Lights out. I also find comfort in Epicurus’ symmetry argument: after death I will be in the same state of nonbeing as before birth.
Connecting to others as a way to mitigate our fear of death and our existential loneliness is exemplified in Maira Kalman’s generous observations of strangers and certainly longed for in Allen Ginsberg’s raw, achy poetry about isolation and pain. It’s also a theme I return to time and time again on this site.