I somehow tend to agree with Epicurus in my view of death. We shall never know death while we are alive. And once we experience death, our life ceases. Is there a certain period, where life and death meet? Is it not a fact that when you are alive, you are alive, and when you are dead, you are dead? Is there such a thing as being half alive and half dead. Even those who are in a state of comatose should still be considered alive, be it that their life is resuscitated by artificial life support system.
Because we have no knowledge of what happens after this life, there should be no fear of death then. On the other hand, does it then mean that we should live an immoral life because we have no knowledge of death? Perhaps not, The issue of morality however does not lie primarily on one’s view of life or death for that matter.
Is this then the only life we live? I’m not sure. Perhaps. Perhaps not. But if in case that this is the only life we live, wouldn’t this view lead us to appreciate life even more? To cling to it very dearly, and to love every second of it?