We exist because of death.
Every cell in our bodies is descended from lineages shaped by extinction.
Every human trait—our hands, our minds, our ability to love—is forged by a process where death made room for what could adapt, survive, and grow.
Without death, nothing would ever change.
The first forms of life would still be here—frozen, eternal, unthinking.
Death does not take us from paradise—it carved us from the mud.
To fear death is to fear the very condition of our becoming.
It is not an enemy but a force of refinement, clearing the path for renewal.
Respect death—not for its cruelty, but for its necessity.
We do not need to rush toward it, but we must not hide from it either.
To live well is to honour the gift death gave us: urgency, awareness, and the chance to shape our fleeting time into something meaningful.
Euthanasia, when chosen with clarity and care, can be the final salute to our understanding of life, aging, and death.
It affirms our dignity and our right to conclude life in alignment with our values, not in fear or suffering.