„Death is unacceptable. I did not sign this contract!“ – that’s the feeling!
Flight From Death: The Quest for Immortality
directed by Patrick Shen, fl. 1999; produced by Greg Bennick, fl. 1996 (Alexandria, VA: Filmakers Library, 2003), 1 hour 26 mins
„Hailed by viewers as a “life-transformational film” and “one of the most ambitious documentaries ever made” by Australia’s 106.7, Flight from Death uncovers fear of death as a possible root cause of much of our everyday behaviors. Through stunning visuals and insightful interviews, this 7-time “Best Documentary” award-winning film explores fear of death and its influence on our behavior, specifically in regards to violence. In the end, this film provides the most comprehensive and mind-blowing investigation of humankind’s relationship with death ever captured in a documentary.“
Und dann Erwin Schrödinger:
„What is it that has called you so suddenly out of nothingness to enjoy for a brief while a spectacle which remains quite indifferent to you? The conditions for your existence are almost as old as the rocks. For thousands of years men have striven and suffered and begotten and women have brought forth in pain. A hundred years ago, perhaps, another man sat on this spot; like you he gazed with awe and yearning in his heart at the dying light on the glaciers. Like you he was begotten of man and born of woman. He felt pain and brief joy as you do. Was he someone else? Was it not you yourself? What is this Self of yours? What was the necessary condition for making the thing conceived this time into you and not someone else? What clearly intelligible scientific meaning can this ’someone else‘ really have? If she who is now your mother had cohabited with someone else and had a son by him, and your father had done likewise, would you have come to be? Or were you living with them, and in your father’s father… thousands of years ago? And even if this is so, why are you not your brother, why is your brother not you, why are you not one of your distant cousins? What justifies you in obstinately discovering this difference – the difference between you and someone else – when objectively what is there is the same?
Looking and thinking in that manner you may suddenly come to see, in a flash, the profound rightness of the basic conviction in Vedanta: it is not possible that this unity of knowledge, feeling and choice which you call your own should have sprung into being from nothingness at a given moment not so long ago; rather this knowledge, feeling and choice are essentially eternal and unchangeable and numerically one in all men, nay in all sensitive beings. But not in this sense – that you are a part, a piece, of an eternal infinite being, an aspect or modification of it, as in Spinoza’s pantheism. For we should then have the same baffling question: which part, which aspect are you? what, objectively, differentiates it from the others? No, but inconceivable as it seems to ordinary reason, you – and all other conscious beings as such – are all in all. Hence this life of yours which you are living is not merely a apice of the entire existence, but is in a certain sense the whole; only this whole is not so constituted that it can be surveyed in one single glance. This, as we know, is what the Brahmins express in the sacred, mystic formula which is yet really so simple and so clear: Tat tvam asi, this is you. Or, again, in such words as ‚I am in the east and in the west, I am below and above, I am this whole world.
Thus you can throw yourself flat on the ground, stretched out upon Mother Earth, with the certain conviction that you are one with her and she with you. You are as firmly established, as invulnerable as she, indeed a thousand times firmer and more invulnerable. As surely as she will engulf you tomorrow, so surely will she bring you forth anew to new striving and suffering. And not merely ’some day‘: now, today, every day she is bringing you forth, not once but thousands upon thousands of times over. For eternally and always there is only now, one and the same now; the present is the only thing that has no end.“
From: Erwin Schroedinger, My View of the World, Chapter „Seek for the Road.“