In a world that clings to permanence, productivity, and control, death remains the final taboo. It is the great unspoken, the shadowed doorway we pretend doesn’t exist until it arrives uninvited. Our institutions sanitize it, our families fear it, and our cultures often treat it as a failure — a breakdown of the system, a loss of mastery, a disruption to the narrative of progress. Yet across mythic traditions, spiritual lineages, and the lived experiences of those who have brushed against its veil, death is not the end. It is the crossing. The undoing. The sacred rupture that precedes rebirth. What if death is not a termination, but a transmutation? Not a void, but a passage into a more expansive reality?
