Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.
The author Ray Bradbury presents a thought-provoking perspective on death in his work "Something Wicked This Way Comes." He argues that death is not a tangible entity, but rather a concept we have created through art and thought. Our attempts to define and visualize death have led us to consider it as something alive, instead of recognizing it for what it truly is—a mere cessation of life and an absence of existence.
Bradbury emphasizes that death is not to be feared as a powerful force, but understood as a natural conclusion, akin to the stopping of a watch. This view challenges conventional notions and encourages us to confront the idea of death as a simple void rather than an active predator, suggesting that the real essence of death lies in its emptiness and finality.
