I really love the final installment of the “Anxiety” feature at the New York Times. When I feel good, I think that everything he is saying is spot on. But right now, feeling my own anxiety racing through my nervous system, I don’t believe any of it. But I guess that’s his point.
Edit: I originally made a typo and called this “Nothing to Do But Embrace the Dead.” But I believe in that, too. In the sense of being cool with the idea of death as a biological process. So. Rad!