Death

Dying is like marriage. You should not try to do this by yourself. Suicide, even when old, sick and poor is like wanting to get married without a husband or a wife. I will not want to miss one single breath of this body that Great Mystery wants me to draw. Even in my very last split second I may learn or understand something. Great Mystery will know, when It wants to draw me unto itself. I want to be welcomed on the other side. I have not created me, so how can I undo myself? I cannot. I could kill my body, but I would give permanence to my limited mind, the mind that is afraid of suffering, because it has not yet discovered its freedom, its bliss. That would be a terrible thing. I would end up in a universe created by this fear, without freedom, without bliss.
By the same token, I do not want to be kept alive by all means possible, that I would think is the ultimate torture. If I get an illness that will not heal with the help of natural cures, I am happy to die and I plan to savor every inch of the process.