How is it that we live each day without being terrified of death? Most of the time, we have known it to be disease-ridden or at least painful in some way. Yet, the mind is so at ease going on each day without thinking all too much about how/when/where we are going to die. In spite of the fact that many of our loved ones die, we move on; forget their pain and existence with each passing day. The brilliance of how our brain forgets to remember our own mortality astounds me.