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The human has always prided himself as an exceptional āmoral speciesā but has always been haunted by two questions: āWhy am I not good when I want to be; āwhy do I do bad when I donāt want toā. Ā This is at the heart of what scriptures and sages have long alluded to as the eternal internal struggle-between good and evil - that wages in the human consciousness.
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is on the other side. āI could not see to seeā, Emily Dickinson mused, imagining
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495
the moment of death. Ezra Pound famously wrote, āPull down thy vanity, it is
not man; Made courage, or made order, or made grace; Pull down thy vanity,
I say pull downā. Faced with this ādouble-ignoranceāāof what life is for and
death amounts toāour mind, true to its nature, comes up with a clever ruse. We
donāt deny death; we just pass the buck, leave it at every other personās door, not
ours. Not only do we not know why or when or how, but, more fundamentally,
what it amounts to. What Plato said is still true: āNo one knows whether death,
which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest goodā. That is
because we donāt know the before or the after; we lack perspective. We are all
born one way but die in multiple ways. We donāt know where the Darth Vader
lurks, waiting for the appointed moment to pounce. Incidentally, it is interesting
that the gender of death differs in languages. While the grim reaper, as well is
masculine in English, in Greek mythology, Thanatos is a man but is personified
by Persephone, a woman. In Latin and Italian, death is feminine. Masculine or
feminine, its fatal sting is the same. The messenger and the medium could be a
malicious mosquitoāwhich incidentally kills and maims more people than any
other creature; an estimated half a million each year worldwideāor a murderous
man, or a doomed airplane, or a simple fall in the toilet. Death could be within;
in an innocuous cell or any organ. In fact as we live we die within. Sometimes the
very thing that gives life can kill too. Nature, it seems, has a sense of wry, if not
wicked, humor. A prime example is the most basic of all things: food. Creation
itself began with food. The Taittiriya Upanishad says, āFrom food indeed all
creatures are born, whatever creatures dwell on earth; by food, again, surely,
they live; then again to the food they go at the endā. Without it, we cannot live;
people in millions die of deprivation of food, starvation. But the irony is that
science tells us that the āstarvation syndromeā or ācalorie-reductionā is so far the
only known recipe for longevity, if not immortality. For reasons that are unclear,
this ācaloric restrictionā regimen also postpones the onset of many degenerative
diseases normally associated with ageing. A Nigerian proverb tells us, āThe death
that will kill a man begins as an appetiteā. We all say, sometime or the other, that
life is transitory, and resonate George Harrisonās lyric (1970), āall things must
pass; all things must pass awayā. But that does not affect the choices we make. In
fact, we think we are āaliveā because we donāt know what being dead is, or could
be. Now we canāt be even certain when someone is truly and irrevocably deemed
The War WithināBetween Good and Evil
496
ādeadā. Scientists tell us that the concept of true death is not the same as it was.
It used to be that once you died, you died. Today, we understand that the cells
in your body die hours after your supposed death, and āeven after youāve become
a cadaver, youāre still retrievableā. So, it means that we just donāt know when we
are really dead, may still have a chance to āwake up to lifeā a century or two later
to a new world. The only āproof ā we are alive is that we can walk and wink, speak
and scowl, and because it hurts when we pinch. Research is also under way on
another hair-raising dimension that goes beyond immortality. It is to bring back
the brain-dead or near-dead to life. That truly is terrifying, attendant with scary
side effects like leaving the patient in a state somewhere in between brain-dead
and comatose. āDeath technologyā, we are being enlightened, might even allow
your family to use your data to talk to you online after you die. Interacting
with someone from beyond the grave may no longer be the stuff of science
fiction. Scientists say that it might be possible to make realistic robot clones or
androids that are āfully conscious copiesā of our dead, loved ones, or, tangentially,
of anyone we fancy. Or fear. Just as ābeing humanā is not good enough to tell
what happens after we die, similarly we cannot tell what might happen on our
attempt to achieve such goals. Apart from the question who really wants to live
with a simulated-dead one, the fact is that there will be many unforeseeable and
unsettling consequences. Is the risk worth taking?
We think we die only once, but ādeathā occurs all the time inside each of
us; every minute, 300 million cells in our body ādieā. According to Dogen Zenji,
the founder of Japanese Soto Zen, Shakyamuni Buddha said that in twenty-four
hours āour life is born and dying, rising and falling, 6,400,099,980 times. So in
one second our life is born and dies around 70,000 timesā.22 In another sense
too, we die inside: our sensitivity, our tenderness, our righteous reactions are
smothered to death by our own behavior. Someone once said, āDeath is not the
greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we liveā. That
ādeathā we donāt see but the one we do see everyday does nothing to empower
us to be better prepared to face it when our time comes. It is amazing how
we never allow death to interfere in our daily decision-making. We never ask
ourselves before choosing, āWhat if I am dead tomorrow or the day after?ā And
we never ask, What did the dead lose by dying? How should we live, what must
we do, if we do not fear death and accept it as natural? And what if there is ālife
From Death to Immortality
497
after deathā? Whose lossāor whose gaināis it anyway? Our small-mindedness,
short-sightedness, pettiness, squabbling, bouts of irritation, and āaccursed angerā,
pleasure-in-otherās-pain mindset, do not get dented by the certainty of death. We
erect a firewall between the dynamics of our daily deeds and the fickleness of our
life. In practical terms, what bothers us is not someone ābeing deadā, whatever
it might mean; it is the physical aspect that irks us. It is our inability to relate
with them through our five senses that bothers us. We can no longer feel their
presence; we cannot touch or talk to them; they are no longer there when we need
them; they become faint memories. One of manās āirrationalā longings is to be
remembered, not to be āforgottenā even after he is dead. It is āirrationalā because
we have no clue what happensāwhat, if any, āmeā or āmineā lingers after deathā
and still we want āpermanenceā as a memory. But actually we are not content with
remembrance or memory in othersā minds; we want the medium of the physical
body for perpetuity. Sometimes, the bereaved go to psychic āmediumsā to talk
through them with their loved-dead, and once they do, or believe that they have
done, they no longer grieve, or even want to talk a second time. We feel okay that
they are āokayā, wherever they are.
Missing the āDeadā
We might prefer a zombie, or a person in deep coma, as long as he is still āaliveā,
to a dead person. The Kathopanishad clearly states, āFor the soul, there is neither
birth nor death at any time. It does not come into being at any time; it is unborn,
eternal and primeval. It doesnāt die when the body is put to deathā. But that kind
of implicit eternity is not what modern man seeks. And that doesnāt give us an
āalibiā when someone dies. It is possible that we donāt see, speak to, or even think
of a person for years, and yet when they die, we say we āmiss him/herā. But do
the dead āmiss usā, or more likely, feel relieved? Maybe we should worry about
those who are not yet ādeadā, and stop being insensitive, rude, and indifferent.
When a person dies, we say good things about him/her that we might have never
said when he/she was alive, which they would have been happy to hear. In any
case, we donāt bother about them once the rituals are over. Is it hypocrisy or
magnanimity or pragmatism? In any way we are safe; the dead canāt appreciate or
complain. That is what dying does, brings out the best and worst from us. Is it all
The War WithināBetween Good and Evil
498
because we do not know what ābeing deadā means in relation to ābeing aliveā? Is
it some kind of a āsurvival hangoverā from the early times when death was mostly
sudden and unexpected, and ābeing aliveā itself was a cause for celebration? Or, is
it that, even without our being aware, we are āhappyā there is one less to compare
and compete with? It is this āignoranceā we must dispel to come to terms with
mortality. The other reason is that the very thought that we live, struggle, fight
so many battles and spend so much time and energy only to lose out and ādieā is
unsettling. Man has never accepted mortality; he always waged a war but against
hopeless odds. āAbsolute acceptanceā would have meant paralyzing life itself.
Man spends all his life between seeing the reality of mortality and stubbornly
unwilling to accept that reality. The modus vivendi he arrives at is to banish that
ārealityā from his daily life; to put it away at other peopleās door; to reject its
immediacy and blur its inevitability. Scriptures have told us to accept gracefully
what life offers, and to turn that acceptance into a dedication to the divine and
utility to fellow humans. Life and death are perceived not as opposites, but as
two sides of human existence. Zen master Dogen Zenji says, āWithin death
there is life; within life there is deathā¦. Viewed from one side, it is life; viewed
from the other side, it is death. We are living in each moment and dying in each
moment. Life and death are a moment of arising and a moment of decaying, and
there is death within life and life within death. Both life and death are facts of the
moment. Therefore, life is itself death and death is itself life. The essence of life is
nothing more than the interrelation of life and deathā.23 Each of us is a āprisonerā
of these two. The question is: What kind of a prisoner do we want to be? We can
either turn the prison into an opportunity to do good, or fret, fume, and make
othersā life hell; it is a choice of disposition. Dogen Zenji continues, āTo pursue
life outside the present and to tremble at death outside the present is delusion.
Therefore, when facing death, you should die with thoroughnessā¦ It is well to
work with all your effort while you are alive. When you have to die, it is well
to withdraw quickly. We must be true to ourselves here and nowā.24 Buddhism
holds that life itself is no-life and death itself is no-death.
We have been reading and hearing all such soaring and thoughtprovoking
statements for ages. Like our basic āwillful blindnessā about death,
such descriptions about death receive the same treatment. All that makes no
practical difference to our way of life or state of mind, or to our behavior. What
From Death to Immortality
499
is new is the entry of science into the fray, echoing similar thoughts. Science is
now telling us that we do not have to āacceptā even that physical ālimitationā;
that man now has the means to achieve, if not life forever, at least the life of
a mini-Methuselah. Science is also now beginning to say that āthere might
after all be life after deathā, and acknowledges that some sort of awareness or
consciousness might well survive at least for a while after a personās heart and
brain stop functioning. Scientists sum up and say, āYes, there is life after death
and it looks like this applies to everyone.25 These findings are still tentative, too
early to draw any credible conclusions from. But what if, what if science makes a
major breakthrough to keep man alive for centuries, if not forever? And what if
science develops the technology to establish beyond reasonable doubt that there
is ālife after deathā? Can we then remain āhumanā?
Morbidity and Mortality
As for the ādull and drearyā (in the words of Somerset Maugham) but deadly tryst
we call ādeathā, human thought has never managed to grasp its true meaning and
message. It is too overpowering to be objective; too much of a leap into the void
to be rational. It is
is on the other side. āI could not see to seeā, Emily Dickinson mused, imagining
From Death to Immortality
495
the moment of death. Ezra Pound famously wrote, āPull down thy vanity, it is
not man; Made courage, or made order, or made grace; Pull down thy vanity,
I say pull downā. Faced with this ādouble-ignoranceāāof what life is for and
death amounts toāour mind, true to its nature, comes up with a clever ruse. We
donāt deny death; we just pass the buck, leave it at every other personās door, not
ours. Not only do we not know why or when or how, but, more fundamentally,
what it amounts to. What Plato said is still true: āNo one knows whether death,
which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest goodā. That is
because we donāt know the before or the after; we lack perspective. We are all
born one way but die in multiple ways. We donāt know where the Darth Vader
lurks, waiting for the appointed moment to pounce. Incidentally, it is interesting
that the gender of death differs in languages. While the grim reaper, as well is
masculine in English, in Greek mythology, Thanatos is a man but is personified
by Persephone, a woman. In Latin and Italian, death is feminine. Masculine or
feminine, its fatal sting is the same. The messenger and the medium could be a
malicious mosquitoāwhich incidentally kills and maims more people than any
other creature; an estimated half a million each year worldwideāor a murderous
man, or a doomed airplane, or a simple fall in the toilet. Death could be within;
in an innocuous cell or any organ. In fact as we live we die within. Sometimes the
very thing that gives life can kill too. Nature, it seems, has a sense of wry, if not
wicked, humor. A prime example is the most basic of all things: food. Creation
itself began with food. The Taittiriya Upanishad says, āFrom food indeed all
creatures are born, whatever creatures dwell on earth; by food, again, surely,
they live; then again to the food they go at the endā. Without it, we cannot live;
people in millions die of deprivation of food, starvation. But the irony is that
science tells us that the āstarvation syndromeā or ācalorie-reductionā is so far the
only known recipe for longevity, if not immortality. For reasons that are unclear,
this ācaloric restrictionā regimen also postpones the onset of many degenerative
diseases normally associated with ageing. A Nigerian proverb tells us, āThe death
that will kill a man begins as an appetiteā. We all say, sometime or the other, that
life is transitory, and resonate George Harrisonās lyric (1970), āall things must
pass; all things must pass awayā. But that does not affect the choices we make. In
fact, we think we are āaliveā because we donāt know what being dead is, or could
be. Now we canāt be even certain when someone is truly and irrevocably deemed
The War WithināBetween Good and Evil
496
ādeadā. Scientists tell us that the concept of true death is not the same as it was.
It used to be that once you died, you died. Today, we understand that the cells
in your body die hours after your supposed death, and āeven after youāve become
a cadaver, youāre still retrievableā. So, it means that we just donāt know when we
are really dead, may still have a chance to āwake up to lifeā a century or two later
to a new world. The only āproof ā we are alive is that we can walk and wink, speak
and scowl, and because it hurts when we pinch. Research is also under way on
another hair-raising dimension that goes beyond immortality. It is to bring back
the brain-dead or near-dead to life. That truly is terrifying, attendant with scary
side effects like leaving the patient in a state somewhere in between brain-dead
and comatose. āDeath technologyā, we are being enlightened, might even allow
your family to use your data to talk to you online after you die. Interacting
with someone from beyond the grave may no longer be the stuff of science
fiction. Scientists say that it might be possible to make realistic robot clones or
androids that are āfully conscious copiesā of our dead, loved ones, or, tangentially,
of anyone we fancy. Or fear. Just as ābeing humanā is not good enough to tell
what happens after we die, similarly we cannot tell what might happen on our
attempt to achieve such goals. Apart from the question who really wants to live
with a simulated-dead one, the fact is that there will be many unforeseeable and
unsettling consequences. Is the risk worth taking?
We think we die only once, but ādeathā occurs all the time inside each of
us; every minute, 300 million cells in our body ādieā. According to Dogen Zenji,
the founder of Japanese Soto Zen, Shakyamuni Buddha said that in twenty-four
hours āour life is born and dying, rising and falling, 6,400,099,980 times. So in
one second our life is born and dies around 70,000 timesā.22 In another sense
too, we die inside: our sensitivity, our tenderness, our righteous reactions are
smothered to death by our own behavior. Someone once said, āDeath is not the
greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we liveā. That
ādeathā we donāt see but the one we do see everyday does nothing to empower
us to be better prepared to face it when our time comes. It is amazing how
we never allow death to interfere in our daily decision-making. We never ask
ourselves before choosing, āWhat if I am dead tomorrow or the day after?ā And
we never ask, What did the dead lose by dying? How should we live, what must
we do, if we do not fear death and accept it as natural? And what if there is ālife
From Death to Immortality
497
after deathā? Whose lossāor whose gaināis it anyway? Our small-mindedness,
short-sightedness, pettiness, squabbling, bouts of irritation, and āaccursed angerā,
pleasure-in-otherās-pain mindset, do not get dented by the certainty of death. We
erect a firewall between the dynamics of our daily deeds and the fickleness of our
life. In practical terms, what bothers us is not someone ābeing deadā, whatever
it might mean; it is the physical aspect that irks us. It is our inability to relate
with them through our five senses that bothers us. We can no longer feel their
presence; we cannot touch or talk to them; they are no longer there when we need
them; they become faint memories. One of manās āirrationalā longings is to be
remembered, not to be āforgottenā even after he is dead. It is āirrationalā because
we have no clue what happensāwhat, if any, āmeā or āmineā lingers after deathā
and still we want āpermanenceā as a memory. But actually we are not content with
remembrance or memory in othersā minds; we want the medium of the physical
body for perpetuity. Sometimes, the bereaved go to psychic āmediumsā to talk
through them with their loved-dead, and once they do, or believe that they have
done, they no longer grieve, or even want to talk a second time. We feel okay that
they are āokayā, wherever they are.
Missing the āDeadā
We might prefer a zombie, or a person in deep coma, as long as he is still āaliveā,
to a dead person. The Kathopanishad clearly states, āFor the soul, there is neither
birth nor death at any time. It does not come into being at any time; it is unborn,
eternal and primeval. It doesnāt die when the body is put to deathā. But that kind
of implicit eternity is not what modern man seeks. And that doesnāt give us an
āalibiā when someone dies. It is possible that we donāt see, speak to, or even think
of a person for years, and yet when they die, we say we āmiss him/herā. But do
the dead āmiss usā, or more likely, feel relieved? Maybe we should worry about
those who are not yet ādeadā, and stop being insensitive, rude, and indifferent.
When a person dies, we say good things about him/her that we might have never
said when he/she was alive, which they would have been happy to hear. In any
case, we donāt bother about them once the rituals are over. Is it hypocrisy or
magnanimity or pragmatism? In any way we are safe; the dead canāt appreciate or
complain. That is what dying does, brings out the best and worst from us. Is it all
The War WithināBetween Good and Evil
498
because we do not know what ābeing deadā means in relation to ābeing aliveā? Is
it some kind of a āsurvival hangoverā from the early times when death was mostly
sudden and unexpected, and ābeing aliveā itself was a cause for celebration? Or, is
it that, even without our being aware, we are āhappyā there is one less to compare
and compete with? It is this āignoranceā we must dispel to come to terms with
mortality. The other reason is that the very thought that we live, struggle, fight
so many battles and spend so much time and energy only to lose out and ādieā is
unsettling. Man has never accepted mortality; he always waged a war but against
hopeless odds. āAbsolute acceptanceā would have meant paralyzing life itself.
Man spends all his life between seeing the reality of mortality and stubbornly
unwilling to accept that reality. The modus vivendi he arrives at is to banish that
ārealityā from his daily life; to put it away at other peopleās door; to reject its
immediacy and blur its inevitability. Scriptures have told us to accept gracefully
what life offers, and to turn that acceptance into a dedication to the divine and
utility to fellow humans. Life and death are perceived not as opposites, but as
two sides of human existence. Zen master Dogen Zenji says, āWithin death
there is life; within life there is deathā¦. Viewed from one side, it is life; viewed
from the other side, it is death. We are living in each moment and dying in each
moment. Life and death are a moment of arising and a moment of decaying, and
there is death within life and life within death. Both life and death are facts of the
moment. Therefore, life is itself death and death is itself life. The essence of life is
nothing more than the interrelation of life and deathā.23 Each of us is a āprisonerā
of these two. The question is: What kind of a prisoner do we want to be? We can
either turn the prison into an opportunity to do good, or fret, fume, and make
othersā life hell; it is a choice of disposition. Dogen Zenji continues, āTo pursue
life outside the present and to tremble at death outside the present is delusion.
Therefore, when facing death, you should die with thoroughnessā¦ It is well to
work with all your effort while you are alive. When you have to die, it is well
to withdraw quickly. We must be true to ourselves here and nowā.24 Buddhism
holds that life itself is no-life and death itself is no-death.
We have been reading and hearing all such soaring and thoughtprovoking
statements for ages. Like our basic āwillful blindnessā about death,
such descriptions about death receive the same treatment. All that makes no
practical difference to our way of life or state of mind, or to our behavior. What
From Death to Immortality
499
is new is the entry of science into the fray, echoing similar thoughts. Science is
now telling us that we do not have to āacceptā even that physical ālimitationā;
that man now has the means to achieve, if not life forever, at least the life of
a mini-Methuselah. Science is also now beginning to say that āthere might
after all be life after deathā, and acknowledges that some sort of awareness or
consciousness might well survive at least for a while after a personās heart and
brain stop functioning. Scientists sum up and say, āYes, there is life after death
and it looks like this applies to everyone.25 These findings are still tentative, too
early to draw any credible conclusions from. But what if, what if science makes a
major breakthrough to keep man alive for centuries, if not forever? And what if
science develops the technology to establish beyond reasonable doubt that there
is ālife after deathā? Can we then remain āhumanā?
Morbidity and Mortality
As for the ādull and drearyā (in the words of Somerset Maugham) but deadly tryst
we call ādeathā, human thought has never managed to grasp its true meaning and
message. It is too overpowering to be objective; too much of a leap into the void
to be rational. It is
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