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If Death Is Like a Deep Sleep, Can We Call It an Evil?
If death is either a dreamless sleep or a passage elsewhere, why do we hold it so surely a disaster and dread it?
Death is one of two things: either a dreamless sleep where there is nothing, or a passage to another place. Neither is an evil.
This question probed whether the fear of death rests on knowledge. Socrates held that no one knows death to be surely an evil, yet all declare it so, and from that declaring the fear comes. This insight grew differently in his pupil Plato as the doctrine of the immortal soul, and in Epicurus as the argument that "death is nothing to us." The Stoics carried it on, teaching acceptance of death as nature's course. Yet in later ages death was again heavily overpainted with the shadow of fear and judgment — the currents that stressed reward and punishment after death took a road other than Socrates's calm "I do not know." Is death fearful because unknowable, or, because unknowable, not to be rashly feared — Socrates stood earliest and most composedly on the latter.
Amid an air that urges us to hold death the worst of disasters, Socrates's composure — do we truly know it? — brings the fear into the seat of knowledge and lightens it a little.
Sentenced to death, Socrates, instead of dreading, works out a reckoning.
📝I, Too, Stand Before It
Sentenced to death, Socrates, instead of dreading, works out a reckoning. If death is a deep sleep without sensation, it is rather a peaceful rest; and if it is a passage to another place where the dead are gathered, then he may converse there with the sages of old — a blessing. Either way there is no evil. I sense this calm is no bravado but the natural conclusion of one who has lived by questioning all his life. To declare death simply an evil is itself the ignorance of "thinking one knows what one does not." I stand before this question too, asking whether my fear of death comes from knowing, or from declaring what I do not know.
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