I beg to differ with Eckhart

"Death enters your life as the awareness of your own

mortality. When you see and accept the impermanent nature

of all life forms, a sense of peace comes upon you," says

Eckhart Tolle. But what if when death enters your life, you

find restlessness instead of peace? You accept but regret the

impermanent nature of all life forms? You see the

cataclysmic catastrophe of pretense over presence and

absurd attentiveness to petty dispatches of civilized nonsense

in the on and off flicker on the butts of fireflies meandering

over an empty lot of flattened dandelions, making more

sense than neon signs, Congressional reports and the latest

development in tartar control for quadrupeds? You knew you

were mortal but death enters your life fidgeting and

spattering absurdity all over your nice tidy tedium. Restless

whimsy replaces peace.