Fearful of Expiration

Prologue

  All of human society is timorous of dying, even if you are suicidal, or not. It's instinct, even those who attempted suicide and failed, say in which the moments they thought were their last, in a split second, they were faced with great bewail and desire to survive. When you encounter your own demise, you begin to tussle for your existence, instinct. Much alike other existing creatures, you battle to live on. You are fearful of perishing. Even if you think your terrors are dyed-in-the-wool, in entirety, what you truly dread most is you ceasing to exist. Now, what would it be like if you could dream an unending dream? It's the equivalent to your intellect never dying. Despite it being, in axiom, a ephemeral semblance. furthermore if humankind, so to say, are adept enough to reap the technique of everlasting dreams, the human race would be capable to perpetually purge one selves horror of their expiration.