When we talk about death, our brain blocks its real perception. He is trying with all his might to protect his psyche from the awareness of his imminent death. Therefore, the word itself sounds just as carefree as “apple.” And only in context does it acquire materiality. At this level, fantasy turns on. For example, when we are told that our beloved cat has passed away, the brain instantly pulls out the warmest memories with him, and already fantasy draws terrible pictures of a lifeless body. And this is our main weakness. Weakness due to our own brain. And it can be cured by immortality. And we became immortal. But the weakness turned out to be something else.