Love is all there is
When you've reached the end, and the physical heaviness sloughs off, and you're ready to leave this world for a better place, you take one last look back, and with the veil removed, you see what really matters. What only ever was: "Love is all there is."
I think I've been preoccupied with death since I was a little girl. I've come across this idea in several places, and it has really resonated with me: What if much of our world is illusion? What if you could boil all the physical down to energy and all the energy down to two types, and then even that down to just one -- Love. Love! It's either there or it isn't. Could it be that simple? Enya thinks so. What about you?