Imagine a wise old tree who has done everything from seed to growth to making seed, it's at the end of it's life and it wants to consider death.
Death comes says, " You are done wise elder, do you really wish to die ? "
ElderTree, Yes, I am old, tired, have nothing left to give and I believe my spiritual path is done. I am at last nothing.
Death: I would gladly end your suffering for it is my job, but did you consider the younger saplings you could impart loving wisdom to? What of the kind soul who has no home to live under but that of the love of a wise elder tree. What of the rich nutrients you provide to Great Mother Earth and energ