Is when you begin to suspect that you are eternal. Suspect that what you really are can not die, can not cease to exist, can not be at rest. It does not seem strange to me, that we choose to cross the veil of forgetfulness and willingly choose this existence. Here, at least, existence appears to end and every experience seem new and fresh. To view the sun for the first time. To feel water on my body for the first time. To breathe in the fresh air for the first time.

All of this is only possible if we live, and indeed, if we die. How does something that has no beginning and no end, experience a beginning and an end?

"Death may be the greatest of all human blessings" - Socrates.