What is exactly death?

Have you ever died? All right, for poetry you wrote. Have you really ever died? Did you die and come back? No. In your experience, no, isn't it? Did you ever see somebody who died and came back? I read about it. No, no, did you see? I haven't seen any. Have you ever seen a dead man? Yeah. You seen a dead man? I've seen dead body. Dead body you have seen a dead man. I don't know how you distinguish. Dead body is a dead body. Have you seen a dead man? Or a dead woman? Metaphorically, yes. Don't go away. I'm asking about reality. I'm not asking poetry.

Reality, I don't think so.

You have not. So you have not seen one. You have not met one.

Nor have you experienced. So where the hell did you get this idea that you will die?

It is learnt thought. That's what.

It is a fiction of the ignorant, created by the ignorant.

There is no such thing as death.

They're just life, life and life, moving from one dimension to another.

So only when people are ignorant and their vision of life and their perception of life is very limited to physical

nature of the existence, then they will think of life and death.

Otherwise they're just life and life.

Wonderful.