If you will stop running from your death and look it fully in the face, you will
see only nature. The observer whom you are so afraid of losing, who believes
itself to be standing outside the currents of change, observing others come into
being and then pass, that observer is not and has never been truly separate.
What you are calling your self is but the ephemeral ripple on a timeless pond.
Lose your belief in that illusory self and you will lose your terror of death.
It is not you who look out upon nature, but nature who looks out through your
eyes.